Shadows of the past, Lost memories.
It was a rainy day, actually everyday was rainy in that time of the year, as he left his favourite bar, after some drinks and some new bar friends. He was ready to go home. His job as a police trainer and studies kept him busy from dusk till dawn, but he didn't care he was happy.
The guy was drowning his last drink, and saying good bye to the barman. When in the side of his sight he saw two men, tanned and muscled, like sailors walking out as well. 'Sailors this far in-land. No way! It is impossible for them to find me'
Down the road, his car waited to be raced again, and of course it will be raced that afternoon, having an Audi R8 and been alive was a miracle. He sat in front of the steering wheel, inserted the key and pushed the red button over the radio, the monster that lady had for machine did the well know sound of a dragon captured inside the small sport car, he drive straight home.
A black sedan was following him, a bit more pressure on the gas and the car was history, then a second one appeared and both cars floored the gas to reach to him, two black BMW were behind him, someone came out of the passenger window, a man, maybe his age. He got caught by surprise when the man draw a Mp5 and start the shooting, his reaction was the same than the last 3 years, hitting the gas, drawing his 9mm. and loosing those that hunted him.
When he looked back aiming his Soccom the rear windshield blew up with 10 bullet holes appearing on the rear of his car, he fire back 5 bullets that flew to the tire of the first car and turning back he shoot to the second car at the same time the left side of his car was attacked by the Mp5's entire clip, he felt a cold burning feeling on his arm and looked back to shoot to the second car, he cleaned his magazine, 13 bullets flew straight to the engine of the second car, while it was exploding he casted an Accio over the Mp5 and headed home.
'Twice a month. Okay I know I pissed him off, but this is too much. Ahh! It burns.' He kept on driving and didn't looked back.
Inside his garage on the outside of the town, he was checking the Mp5. What he saw was terrible, the guns were marked by the Marine, that was the reason why he felt the bullets, it was the first time in three years, usually they were Death Eaters trying to avenge the Dark Lord, or clients pissed at him, but this time was different, "Reparo" he said aiming his hand to the car, fixing it while thinking what could be happening. 'No one I know would of rat me out to Them. Shit! Why is so hard to lay low from them'
It was early in the morning and she thought that she was the first in the school, but again that was wrong, walking all the way down through the parking lot, she saw it, the red and black R8 telling her that he was inside the building, her stomach started to feel funny, he was so handsome, pale skin, long blonde hair, big green eyes, and his smile, able to make her faint when he smiles, his athletic body, his six feet tall and his charming English accent, made her melt every time he looked at her.
She was rushing to the classroom, he was inside already standing there looking through the window, on his reflex a smile appeared, "good morning Karla" he said, she got blush, redder than her hair, and like every day her voice crushed.
"Good...good...hi!" And she disappeared as fast as she arrived, he just smiled and remembered how he got in that mess.
It was like any other day, he wanted to study politics and thanks to the fortune he built in Hogwarts, he was able to pay the university, there he met her, Karla Sanders, a beauty 23 years old redhead, with thin and slim body, big brown eyes, and an air that make him remember Hermione. He was in love of her and she felt the same for him but none were ready to admit it, for what they share everything like good friends.
He was driving her home, they were talking about everything until a white car put on his side. "You're been follow, three black Alfa Romeo, not the typical ones, get to hiding."
She was looking for the cars and founded something impossible, a green beam came out of one car, the sense of death was touchable, she felt in a dream, but, this was real.
He started to run faster, he needed to escape, and she was in the middle of a magic spell fighting, he couldn't fight back for two reasons; first he promised never used magic again, causing him to only be able to perform to spells only, and second he stored his guns inside the trunk the day before.
All the way to Karla´s house was hell, and his only chance was to face them straight forward, the highway turned immediately into a war zone. He knew innocents were been killed but he had a bigger concern.
He parked in the roof of the parking lot in front of her house, he walked down the car and stand in the middle of the parking lot, waiting for the three Alfa Romeo to appear seconds after and charged, the next happened in seconds but looked like ages.
She just saw the three cars and him; the cars full throttle against him, he grabbing his right arm, and the centre car impacted by his expanded right arm.
The cars run with the intention of killing him, bad idea since the beginning, he stand in front of them, calmed, focused, grabbing his right arm, waiting, waiting, and "Gum Gum Pistol" he yelled and his arm expanded, he crushed straight in the drivers face, the car stopped immediately, "Gum Gum Rifle" he stretched his arm back and twist it hard then shot it back to the second car and smashed it in the engine, projecting a man with black cape out through the back of the car with the engine block fused to his spine, the passengers of the third car walked down as he charged to destroy the other cars, "Gum Gum Gatling Gun" and the two cars ended up destroyed.
In the explosion he didn't hear one of the passengers scream "Avada Kedabra" and the green beam hit him in the chest. Everything was calm but then they heard "Gia Sekando", only the man with the wand stay calm the other two get into fighting positions, he appeared in front of the man with the wand "Jet Pistol" the wizard face turn pale his eyes rolled back, and he was death.
His body was different, red and some sort of red smoke came out of him, he was standing there, as he opened his eyes she looked at them, his eyes were plain white and with a small black mark in them also a single purple ring in his left eye.
"Well, well, well, also your hair changed when you open the first door," indeed his hair turn black and his body muscle grew bigger.
"Long time no seen Nazareth, Trafalgar," the two men just smile greeting him back, "the same Zack, the same."
The two most powerful Supernovas were in front of him, the girl he got to feel something for was in the middle, he couldn't fight there, was just too risky, suddenly a siren was heard on the distance, "looks like we have to leave, let's catch up later Zack."
"You bet Trafalgar, for a good chatting we need more time, so Nazareth see you both later," he looked back at Karla and give her a smile, and disappear in front of her.
Two men walked into the police station, every man in blue running around from side to side. The reason, a shooting in the highway, ten injuries and three dead, with a few thousands in damaged property, both state and private. As they were walking to the office they were conditioned to work, one of his assistants was giving them everything they had on the recent case.
"Hey Greg, check it out, those suits aren't normal." One cop called out to his partner. Two obviously high ranked officers, one with his own assistant and heavily armed escort.
"Okay, gather everyone." The obvious leader has been barking orders since they left the plane, his first man addressed him with a glare. "Are you sure this is just another case lad?"
"No, but we are going to handled it like that Ron, no 'but', 'if', or 'maybe'." Harry Potter, or Evans as he was for the Interpol, said to his best friend and second in command.
"BUT Harry, what IF MAYBE it does is him? Five years of looking for him. Come on mate, this is already a sick manhunt." Harry just kept his glare, this does was a hell of a case, of course it could be him, but after two years and a shitload fiasco in Middle East, he wasn't sure, what if there was something else, something darker.
The room adapted for their working was full of people, "Chief Inspector this is Karla Sanders, she was at the site and she saw everything." Her smile caught him of guard 'just like hers' he thought. "Miss Sanders, I'm Chief Inspector Harold Evans, my partner Ronald Weasley, Interpol",
"I already told the other suit what happened, there was a fight; he won and ran away." They noticed a lot of things in that second, Harry and Ron knew all the problems they were going to face. Harry bent in front of her, both eyes making contact, and in a couple of seconds he saw everything, but everything was wrong and blurry, like someone had purposely altered her memories without noticing.
"Okay Miss Sanders, sorry for the problems we may have caused and thank you for your time, an agent is going to escort you home." He walked her out the room and whispered to an agent "Mars take her home and set a watch patrol." Inspector Mars confirmed the order with a head nod; he turn back to see Ron grinning at him, "only Interpol I got it, one step ahead of you." They were best friend since they were eleven, they could read each other minds and like Ron says –one step ahead- they were always like that, but now his mind was disconnected, and what he saw on her memories was definitely frightening.
Trafalgar and Nazareth had already left and he was just turning back to normal when she approached to him. "What in the name of lord have just happened?" He just smiled at her, one hand on her shoulder and the other caressing her cheek. "I´ll explain everything later."
'Two Supernovas in the new world, that is weird.' Harry looked the third car drove away, then at the destruction caused by the first gate of power. 'Bloody Merlin, did he threw the engine block over a guy,' he kept looking around stumbling with the last dead wizard, 'bloody hell that is Nott.'
Zack looked at an empty space where he was standing, they crossed eyes, Harry was sure he knew where he was going to be standing after checking the scene, hell he was sure that Harry would read her mind.
"You just saw it, two Supernovas here, if you want to come for me, do it, I'm not going to stop you, but think on what you just have seen and tell me I was wrong." And he made the memory blur and fade.
Harry needed some free time, a few seconds, but he just couldn't relax, his mind was ruining faster and faster and he just couldn't see the true behind his words. Was the WG still after him, or his contractors when he became a Merc? He knew that this type of attacks were once or twice every odd month, but not to this scale of magic or the destruction he made. There was more around this attack.
The crime scene was more of a bomb site than the fight he saw. His skills and the forensics team described a far bigger level of destruction than both the tale of the witness and what he saw in those memories. 'Multiple alteration spells, and heavy wards around her memories. It is far too big and complex for him, a lot of energy needed on it. The fuck are you doing mate.'
He dragged another puff of smoke into his lungs and then released it. There was more than magic and power around all of this. He felt it, after finishing his cigarette he went back to the office they adapted, in there he stand in front of everyone and addressed them over their recent case.
"People, we have a case, don't know how but he," and smashed a picture of him in the board, "was able to destroy two cars and murder eight Brits, we can deal about who the deaths are later, now our target is a man, middle twenties, blonde hair, Caucasian, goes by the name of Linus Cadwell, probably armed, definitely dangerous, proceed in groups."
He looked at Ron, "told you always ahead of you lad."
After the investigators left only five remained scattered among the chairs. "So, is it him Chief?" A blonde man with a perfect tailored suit said to him causing to the others inside to look at their leader. "I don't know, maybe," his voice was low and tired, his shoulders down, they never saw him so weak, except before the battle against Voldemort, he raised his face to them.
"Ron, Draco, Dean, Neville, if it is him, IF it is truly HIM, we are talking of a man… someone more powerful than the five of us together." The five had nothing to said, just exchange glances at one another. All except Dean where Warlords but he was also aware about his school ex roommate powers, and well, Malfoy was the living proof of it, they all know that he was the most powerful wizard ever, even more than Dumbledore, or maybe even Merlin himself, skilled, someone to trust on, and really, really someone they will never dream to face, he as a friend, he was dangerous, but as an enemy he was terrifying.
Dean looked at them, thinking his next words carefully, he knew not asking them about Zack's past. "Okay, so either we hunt him down like a common terrorist, or he was right all along and EVERY mayor organization in the world is crooked and allied to that of which you would tell me shite off and scares the knickers off of you."
"Maybe, or he just needs to keep picking on bones he can't chew. We all know about the Geneva fiasco he pulled." Draco said, all of them got banded together after a case that went wrong and Zack killed three diplomats and the British Ambassador with a few dozen civilians.
"Quiet. He said we are to follow it as any case, Draco and Dean together in background, we know is a wizard, play with that. Neville call your Black ops in and give them a basic run-down. Move." Ron screamed orders while the rest left the room.
Harry grabbed Ron's shoulder and gave it a squish. "Go on as well. We need your ghost in this."
As they left the room Harry picked his phone, and in autodial was a girl he never had imagined that, at the end they will really be together. "Potter house, good morning!" The voice said in a perfect accent.
"Hi Cho, its Harry." A small squeal was heard causing him to smile. She must have dropped something.
"Harry, so good you called dear, how are things in the States?" Cho Potter asked, she always loved the way he made her feel, safe, protected, loved, after her years playing Pro she earned a man eater title but he never argued that, he still loved her. They were a happy 5 years marriage couple, with her at an early stage of pregnancy.
"I am ok, but we have a weird case." He told her, voice down, something she found out to be a voice when he had an awful case "This girl saw a magic fight and had her memories modified, and there are corpses on the highway, the prime… Ron thinks its Zack, all of them think so, but I don't know, I been hunting him for years, but he has never done this kind of mistakes, this is going wide away of our normal stuff."
They chatted for a few more minutes, said their goodbyes and returned to their jobs, then he saw a face in the window that should not be there, in a blink there was nothing there.
"It is official, I am going mental." He said and stood up ready to chase his friend.
At the window a woman was hidden, secured under the darkness, sad and destroyed. For all off her loved ones to live she had to suffer. "No Harry, but I can't show myself just yet, you are not mental."
With a sight she appeared somewhere else.
Vice-Admiral Borsalino was standing in front of them, they had been training for three months in the new world, but looked like three years, they learned basic fighting skills, the Rokushiki, and in the case of Hermione and Zack to control their own Akuma no mi, Mero Mero no mi and Suna Suna no mi respectively, they were thirteen but with skills of a seasoned thirty years old Marine.
"Ok now we are going to give you your codenames." Said Borsalino, always making the last words larger than usual, Vice-Admiral Garp called them.
"Zack Creswell, codename Crocodile"
"Harry Potter, codename Donquixote Doflamingo"
"Ron Weasley, codename Bartholomew Kuma"
"Hermione Granger, codename Boa Hancock"
"Neville Longbottom, codename Marshall D. Teach"
Admiral Aokiji took the word. "You five are now Shichibukai, Warlords of the Sea, each one of you has a duty with the World Government, this is: first recruit two more Warlords and train them, second hunt down every single pirate that escape to the new world, and last, never dare to challenge the World Government".
Zack looked at him, his glare was always with hate, he was the responsible for his scar, the only physical injure he had, and for his stolen memories there was no other reason for him to be there than to find the truth of his past. Zack only said yes and left the room with his friends and fellow warlords.
Harry woke up feeling frustrated, months dreaming the same thing, their calling and the only thing he hears is the names and the so called orders that he knew weren't that, sighing heavy he looks at Cho by his side. Apparition had a lot of useful things to it, especially if you know magic to the Arcane level he learned it, a blood rune craved in his bedroom wall and he can apparate here from anywhere, even with Anti apparition barriers. 'Anime has a thing or two worth learning from.' He learned it from an Anime where the main hero's dad uses something similar to be everywhere. 'Now if only I could move as fast as he does.'
Harry remembered how was to be both a wizard and a warlord, the Marine showed them how to enter to the old world, and why it was invisible for the rest of the world, a living of schooling and deadly battles was everyday doing for him. After a shower a good classy English breakfast and a good bye kiss from her wife, he apparated back to the States.
"Chief, unit four found him." One of the inspector drag him out of his musings. "He is resting on a bench, in the local park." 'This is obvious, looks like him. The guy never knew how to play it with no crowd.' he thought.
"I have him, enter after my go."
The park was calm and half empty, or half full depending if the two dozens of agents trying to sneak unnoticeable. Indeed, the target knew as Linus was sitting in a bench, drinking some coffee, and smoking a long cigarette, Harry couldn't help but smile, he looked exactly when they had their first serious conversation.
His careless attitude and that big smile of him, everything was like when they were in third year and they were forcing him to go train with Hermione and not to go on alone to the later known as hellish nightmare.
He approached him, none of them move an inch they didn't worry to make eye contact, the knew where was the other one and they were well aware of what would happened next, Harry sat down in the other side of the bench, lit up a cigarette and wait, they will talk after but for now sharing a space with an old friend was enough.
Then he widened his eyes, the man was covered in bruises and what would later be scars. Right hand almost a black spot. Lots of cuts over his face, and without a doubt at least two broken ribs.
"So, Linus? What, you chose your aliases on a draft?" Ron said while looking at the screens in front of him, showing them a perfect view of his two brothers in arms. His statement caused Harry to smirk and break a small laugh at this. Zack raised his eyebrow at him. "Said hi to him please."
Zack imagined his red hair friend giving him a finger while both laughed a bit more. With a sigh he looked at his friend throwing away his cigarette. "So, yeah, Hi!" Was the only thing that came out of his mouth and both started to laugh.
Zack looked at him and said "Good day agent Evans", Harry changed his last name to have more options, move easier between the Aurors and the Interpol.
"It's Chief Inspector now." And both laughed harder and louder. "You are under arrest, but you know that already, and he wants to know where does that stupid name comes from?" They were looking to all the people in the park. "I love the way they want to pass unnoticed but they can't."
Zack looked at him for the first time. "Tell your boyfriend that it was a cool name from a cool character from a cool movie."
"I have this bad feeling, first the two Supernovas and now I got confirmation that Robin is in the New World, give me more time."
Harry took out the radio and looked back at Zack. He stood up but the wand appeared on his other hand. "Sorry mate, you fucked up enough places. You fucked up enough people. You are coming in, we are solving this, with your full cooperation or your dead arse."
Suddenly from nowhere, twenty hit wizards dropped down. The best the world had to offer. A Black ops program started by Minister Shacklebolt, grouping the best of every law enforcement organization.
"Fuck off then Potter." Zack stood up and casted a small sandstorm on his hand. The closest wizard was projected to a tree. The battle started, only a couple of spell could actually do something to him, but the hit wizards knew this spells and used them, both water creators to make him useless and with no sand.
Zack smiled and threw a lightning bolt forward. Crashed his extended fist into another hit wizard face, and turned to stone another one while roundhouse kicking him.
A darkened figure approached the all-out battle, a swift flick of the wand and Zack collapsed unconscious. The figure turned around and walked away. "You have this Harry?" Asked Ron after approaching them.
"Everything is fine, go check on your operative"
Ronald Weasly, Harry Potter friend and mate, and Best mate at his wedding; weddings. He had a sole operative, earned after years of been second best investigator at Interpol, and as well as one of the original operatives of the first Black ops batch. His operative was a young woman barely of age; that is why they called her ghost. "Someday he would love to see you, you know that."
The girl just turned around to see him. Her green eyes locked on him. "Sorry, no can do. I'm not his, not biological. I'm part of the cheating."
He just nodded but left the conversation there. Turning back to the centre of the small park he just gave the brief order to lay low and to be in touch.