Resident Evil Neurosis

I do not own Resident Evil or Harry Potter they are the sole property of Capcom/J.K. Rowling and other affiliated companies. Nor do I generate any money through the usage of these characters.

Forced from both his home and world young Harry Potter is recruited into S.T.A.R.S., what new chaos awaits our scared hero. What with his friends and former wizards, claiming him to be the new Dark Lord.

Don't actually have a summary yet but….anyways I love the game so I decided to do a crossover between HP & RE, since there so bloody scarce. It's my first ever RE story so plz be nice…ty.

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Previously on Resident Evil Neurosis:

Harry looked away at that, "You should know that I never wanted that title, I hated it just as much as I hated…." Harry turned before he continued making his way towards the door, as the Aurors hurried to open the door for their tarnished hero. Harry stopped before turning to look at the family he desired so much for his own. "For what it's worth I really wished I could've been the boy you wanted, but I'm no hero I'm just plain old Harry Potter. The boy with a fucked-up scar branded on his forehead." Harry replied.

All the gathered spectators were blinded as a flash of light appeared from the opening door and then Harry Potter was no more.

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Chshk…..chskk…chskk…chskk…chs

"Huhu…huhhu….huhhu….huhhu…."

"For God's sake Timothy would you stop breathing on me?" An irritated voice called out from his position on the floor.

"Sorry...sorry."

Chskk…chskk

"Huhhu….huhhu….huhhu…."

"Timothy!" Sharp green eyes turned to glare heatedly at the blond man behind him.

"Sorry…sorry. You smell good, new perfume." He replied, as he sniffed at the strawberry-blond hair in front of him.

"Why must you always be up on top of me?" Said blonde asked.

"Mhmm…you're hot. Hey after the mission maybe you and I…" Shrugging his shoulder Timothy absently replied.

Sshnkt

"Okay maybe I should back away." He remarked chuckling nervously, at the blade wedged against his throat.

"You think." The blonde coldly replied, slowly drawing the blade away from the man throat. He made sure to slide the blade against the primary nuisance of his life neck, drawing a steady line of blood to the surface.

Turning back around the blonde proceeded to disconnect the bomb…red wire….green wire…yellow wire….damn fifteen seconds left…..hmm…classic detonation system enough to take down a whole city block….it's probab….

"You know you really smell….mhmm good, like Campbell chicken noodle soup." Timothy smoothly remarked. "I bet you would look good in red yep I bet you would. Hey did you know that your hair is the color of…"

"TIMOTHY SHUT THE MOTHERFUCKING UP. WHY MUST YOU KEEP TALIKING TO ME WHILE I AM TRYING TO DISARM THE BLEEPING BOMB? YOU…YOU…YOU CONDESCENDING MORON DAY IN AND DAY OUT I…!"

BOOM!

A puff of green smoke blanketed the two filling their nostrils with a putrid acid stench.

"Ufff…aachh….ugh" They both coughed out in spurts of gasps.

"Shit that shit stinks." A voice remarked, through the sea of gas.

"Timothy…" The blonde darkly began.

"I know shut up." Timothy finished, throwing his hands up in surrender.

"Wrong you're…" Standing up the blonde said as he begun to approach him, gulping Timothy begun to look for a mean of escape…..

"...Dead!" A voice remarked from above.

Slowly the smoke disappeared from the heavily warded room.

Turning around they looked up towards the window. Peering down at them was their commanding officer, Enrico

Marini.

"That is not fair this blasted idiot kept…!" Sirius begun to hiss out.

"Excuses, excuses you failed plain and simple. You should be thanking Timothy." Said man winked at the chastised blonde. "During situations like this there are bound to be distractions. You shouldn't allow them to prevent you from carrying out your objectives." Enrico said into the microphone.

"Yes sir." Turning to look at the blonde man next to him he muttered, "Thank you."

"What! I can't hear you." Timothy said, leaning towards the shorter male next to him.

"I said thank you." He replied through gritted teeth.

"A little louder, please!" He childish remarked, a hand surrounding his ear as lent down towards Sirius mouth.

"Thank you...you dirty sonofa…" The tiny male turned towards his unwanted "partner", barely concealed anger covering his eyes.

"Such language I know you don't kiss your mother with that mouth." Timothy gasped in mock shock.

"You slimy little…"

"Simmer down Sirius." Enrico said into the intercom preventing Sirius from brutally disembodying his comrade. Turning his eyes towards the snickering "victim-to-be" he asked in a mockingly concerned voice, "Timothy aren't you suppose to be filling out your medical form."

"Uhh...oh yeah got go." Timothy quickly answered before turning to flee. Completing medicals form was a tiring process that involved the filling out of paperwork, injections as well as numerous evaluations. In their line of work one was bound to breakdowns, the possible outcome of said psychosis collapse was not a risk "They" were willing to take.

Smiling at the usually irritating sniper and vehicle specialist he replied with a condescending smile, "Oh no since you're in such a helpful mood how about you clean out the kennel and upload the…."

"Bleep….Bleep…Bravo Team please proceed to the conference room….Bleep...Bleep...I repeat Bravo Team please proceed to the conference room" a computerized voiced called out.

"Save by the bell." Timothy happily replied before making a dash.

"Oh Timothy when we get back you can clean the kennel, upload all weapons from the copper and oh yeah write everyones report for the rest of the year." He called out to him over the blare of the siren "Oh yes don't forget to see the medic." He added before he exited from the room.

Snickering to himself, Sirius threw Timothy a mocking smile, "So sad….too bad. Ha-Ha!" Walking out if the training room he called out to the first person he saw about the "good news".

"Hey Kenneth guess what no report."

"Really...!" The tall black man replied a barely concealed glee in his voice.

"Yep Timmy volunteered to do it for us all, wasn't that so sweet."

"Oh really…!" Kenneth said, knowing just why Timothy volunteered.

Poking hid head into the room Kenneth smiled before replying, "Hey Tim wanna borrow a few pens."

Scowling visibly at his mistreatment he stuck his middle finger at his two comrades, both laughing harder at his childish response.

"So not fucking fare." He mumbled before making his way to the conference room.

"God, you got to love him." Kenneth said wiping his eyes. "Right Siri..."

"Yeah, let's bounce before we face the wrath of Enrico Marini." Sirius jokingly replied.

They both looked at each other before breaking into laughter again….

"Stop goofing around you two and march to the conference room, before I decide to let you assist Timothy." A voice supplied behind them.

Gulping both males practically ran to the conference room not even bothering to wait for their leader. No offense but no one wanted to write a report. Those things were so damn and long, and by the time they were finished (three days later) they all had acquired a severe case of arthritis. They did have a computer but it was permitted to Enrico usage only and Sirius. But Enrico didn't use it saying that old-fashion writing was good for them. Bullshit the bastard just enjoyed watching them suffer.


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Walking into the room Enrico greeted his comrades and underlings.

To his left so like Gabriel was to God, sat (more like reclined) Sirius Black, the third-in-command of the S.T.A.R.S. team. At five-four he was probably the shortest and youngest member of their team (besides the new recruit). Graduating from both high school and college in less than three months, he was nothing short of a certified prodigy. An expert in hands to hands combat, he was also an explosive expert, and was very adept with projectile and aerial weapons, his weapons of choice were two seven inch blades, which he used to slice and dice through a human being like butter. He was also the team's battle coordinator; he could predict and even foresee an enemy move before hand. Something that was very much valued before all else, it was a miracle and one he was grateful for that the youth was on their squad.

Sirius had turned down an offer to join Alpha teams rank when he first started (halle-freaking-luljah). Always analyzing battle-data's both new and old, he kept the team several steps ahead of their prey (and Alpha Team). It was no wonder that he was codenamed The Chimera. Like the multi-headed creature he was a being of legend and when adequately pushed he was just as vicious.

Looking at the strawberry-blond beauty one would think he was more adept to the life of a supermodel or actor, but it would seem as luck have it he was more inclined to the battle field. Though he had no qualms about posing nude for the team's yearly calendar, it was for charity of course. At the tender age of fifteen Sirius was no virgin he should know (personally), Sirius could turn a straight man gay with a bat of his lashes and a twitch of his hips.

Calculating, manipulative, suave, and persuasive, his jeweled colored eyes had the capability of ensnaring both enemies and allies alike. He was their honey skinned Aphrodite a demon both on and off the field. In the last three years he'd quickly swept up the ranks to number three in S.T.A.R.S., soon he would surpass even him. Sirius at the moment was enjoying his position, the youth wasn't very keen on the idea of being Team leader (luckily for him).

His S.T.A.R.S. (modified) uniform consisted of a sleeveless forest green tank top underneath a not so standard tactical scarlet vest (the neckline/armor was mandarin style), with matching shoulder and elbow/knee pads ideal for crawling through small and rugged spaces. The back of his vest sported the Latin symbols, Venustas Vindico "Beautiful Avenger", his signature symbol were a snake, a butterfly, and a lion. On his hands he wore biker gloves that covered his hands completely, saved for the tiny patch of skin exposed on top of his hands. He wore one inched thigh high boots that were made of some kind of reptilian hide (they were a darker green color almost black) that had buckles running up and down inside, their length emphasize his legs but also carefully hid his twin blades that were hidden within. Whilst his tiny matching booty-short (very short) denim shorts were better fit for the life of a prostitute then an officer. But no one batted an eye at him.

Of course his vest was slightly modified to that of military grade (maybe better); being able to withstand shotguns shell as well as machine guns without even a dent, if a grenade or rocket launcher was ever used their bodies would be completely fried but their vest would come out unscathed. Completely different than the one originally supplied to them, in fact all their tactical equipments were modified courtesy, Sirius grandfather. They all silently thanked Sirius because before him Bravo Team was always poorly equipped. Sirius at the moment was boringly typing away at his .R.S. PDA, probably to their former comrade Joseph Frost newly promoted to Alpha Team (Sirius declined again). Those two were always up to no good. As usual over his vest he wore an old leather bomber jacket (his godfather's) that had a mandarin style collar. And within his jackets were two powerful customized magnums, adeptly called Ebony and Ivory. And if those two didn't slow down in unwary prey, then the shotgun slung over his back would certainly do the trick. The shotgun was an old model closely fashioned after those used by elephant poachers in the fifty's. Sirius shotgun was a passing gift from his father and was newly customized, that baby could take down an adult elephant with just one shot there was no way in hell any normal human would be left standing intact.

Next was Edward Dewey. Edward was number four in their hierarchy of power, he usually served as Bravo Team primary pilot, but for this mission they would be trying out Kevin Dooley. At six-four Edward was a formidable figure and also an adulterous liar. At the moment he was at an ever ending war with Sirius, his commanding officer. From what was whispered throughout the facility Edward was having a rough time handling Sirius lack of interest in a more emotional relationship.

It's not as though Edward had any reason to be upset seeing as he is married. A lil tidbit no one knew, into of course said wife forced her way inside and promptly attacked Sirius in rage at her husband's continuing infidelity. Sirius of course restrained the woman freeing her only when both the guards and her husband were present. He could have had Edward transferred for his lack of discipline and control (Sirius too) but he merely transferred him to rear security along with the rookie. He just hoped this withdrawal of his ended soon because like it or not Edward was a very competent officer and a heck of a shooter.

Edwards S.T.A.R.S. uniform consisted of a short sleeved dark blue t-shirt underneath their new and improved tactical vest (navy blue) with matching pants that were stuffed into black combat boots. His vest held a variety of gear including different types of scopes for his sniper rifle, whilst drop leg holster carried a customized magnum (a gift from his wife).

Bravo team point man, recon expert and resident chemist was resting diligently on his chair leaning slightly. Now if there was one person on this team that he often wondered about it was Kenneth Sullivan. Didn't get him wrong Kenneth was an important member of his team but he often wondered why someone of his high degree of chemicals was assigned to Bravo he often thought that he was more adept to the job of a researcher. But on the plus side Kenneth's ability came in handy for the handling and disposing of chemicals. He was quiet humorous and capable of handling the most ill-tempered (Sirius) and he was always seen in the company of Richard, whom he seemed to be schooling in the usage of chemicals.

Just what he needed for Richard pranks to become more dangerous, and elaborate. It was bad enough the youth pranks always hit their mark, whether it was food coloring being added into all the showers water (he was red, white and blue for a month; Fourth of July) or the seven foot lunch lady receiving a love note from him (he had to sleep with one eye open for a whole year) Richard didn't need any more ammunition.

Kenneth S.T.A.R.S. uniform consisted of a sleeveless faded orange tee covered by a green tactical vest, with matching pants tucked away into orange timberland boots (a gift from Sirius). On his side were twin handguns, customized and fitted by Sirius uncle specifically for his use. He also carried a laptop and a miniature lab perfect for cleaning up, evaluating and disposing of chemicals. He was rumored to have a tattoo on his buttocks from his band days.

Timothy Rodland the class clown was also their primary sniper when he wasn't harassing Sirius or pulling cleverly ingenious pranks that is. His best friend Kenneth was his complete opposite, he was wild and unreserved whilst Kenneth was clam and meticulous. A word that he doubted Timothy could even spell.

Unlike the rest of them Timothy Rodland came from a very wealthy family, his father had invented some microchip that was used by like every country in the world. Most thought that Timothy had simply asked his father to buy his place onto the team but they were wrong, dead wrong. Timothy had gone to combat training with Andrew and a few other prospective S.T.A.R.S., he quickly went up through the ranks on his own skill alone. To be a S.T.A.R.S. you had to be the best and he surely was, he was the title holder for longest distance sniping. He'd won many types of trophies on shooting alone. If Sirius was their Hercules then Timothy's was their Rambo, any weapon that used bullets was a warhead in hand.

Timothy's S.T.A.R.S. uniform consisted of a short sleeved burgundy shirt that had a design of flaming skull on it. His tactical vest was a forest green colored, he also wore a green and fade white camouflage pants tucked into leather combat boots. On his back he carried his customized sniper, called the L23. It had interchangeable scopes; an infrared and a regular scope that added an additional hundred and fifty yard. Like most members of the team he had a tattoo. His was on his right arm and it featured Sirius batting his eyelashes and blowing a kiss. They all jokingly said that the tattoo look a bit like Betty Boop without the tits, Sirius had yet to find out about the tattoo.

Andrew Weber was Bravo team vehicle specialist and Omni man. Andrew had only been with them for three months, the replacement for their former specialist and omni man Joseph Frost who'd taken a promotion into Alpha Team; traitor. Joseph departure was hard for both Sirius and Richard seeing as he was their best friend, but Edward, Kenneth and himself had taken a sigh of relief when he left.

Andrew was quiet, and very collected; he spent his time reading plays and novels, much to the amusement of Timothy and upgrading their vehicles. It was widely known that he was President of the Sirius Black fanclub, and recorded every detail of Sirius life from when he bathed to what he ate and was wearing. Sirius didn't think much of it and even gave an interview once that was featured on his fanclub website. Besides the fact that he was creepily Sirius biggest fan he was also the most competent on their squad.

Andrew's S.T.A.R.S. uniform consisted of a long sleeved navy blue sweater (he was anemic) underneath a matching tactical vest that had a "I luv Chimera" pin on it. He wore a navy blue and white camouflage pants tucked into standard combat boots. His weapon of choice was the standard handgun. Andrew was not much of a fighter but he was one hell of a technician able to hotwire any vehicle that moved in less than three seconds. Usually Edward and Timothy (much to his horror) flanked him, but the new recruit would be acting as back-up.

Their new primary pilot was Kevin Dooley. Not much was known about the man except that he was thirty-for a former Air Force fighter pilot and he was divorced, no children. Well nothing was known about him personally. He had somehow eluded even Sirius charms and kept to himself. He spent most of his time either working on the copter or attend court dates with his ex-wife, Trisha. He believed Kevin was a good example of why one shouldn't get married (the other was Edward and his wife Diana)

Kevin S.T.A.R.S. uniform consisted of a long sleeved fleece sweater underneath a tactical vets and dark green bomber jacket. He wore black jeans and brown cowboy boots. Because of the fact that Kevin was more of an aerial scout then a ground one, it wasn't necessary for him to carry a weapon. That of course didn't stop him from carrying a beautiful magnum with a built in silencer great for sneaking upon enemies or annoying ex-wives.

Followed by Richard Aiken Bravo's team communication expert, and the third youngest member of their group was notoriously the most like member. Kind and always positive, Richard was the glue that held their rag-tagged team together. There'd been many of situation in which Richard had been the one to diffuse it; most recently the Sirius and Edward not so love, lust triangle. He also kept the usually calmed and reserved Andrew from disemboweling Timothy twice. All in all he was the Superman to their Justice League. At the moment Superman was walking into the meeting fifteen minutes late, probably was visiting that new nurse Delilah. Sirius was not going to happy about that bit of gossip, seeing as he and the new nurse had bumped heads on more than one occasion.

Richard S.T.A.R.S. uniform consisted of a short sleeved dark blue tee, covered by a bright orange tactical vest. His only form of defense was the shotgun he carried, and he wouldn't want to be the person stupid enough to get in his way with that rod in his hands. He wore matching camouflaged pants that were tucked into the team commissioned combat boots (navy blue). He carried with him a little case that was used to transport and protects their communication devise. Each member of the team was given a marker and after they reached a certain amount of kilometers they would set it up so as to continue communication among the team. Each marker broadcasted at least two hundred and seventy-five miles.

His overall appearance befitted one such as his age even if it was technically against regulations (just like Sirius). Richard's brown hair was usually styled in a Mohawk, reminiscent to that of Mr. T. Richard weapon of choice always a hairbreadth away was a customized assault rifle, a gift from his father after he graduated from the academy. Richard was the youngest of seven kids and like most of them came from heavily military-like families.

His father was a colonel, his grandfather a lieutenant, his great-grandfather a general, he even had an Indian ancestor that was chief to a band of warriors. He would make a fine leader one day, and he was sure that those who remained and those that followed would be pleased by him. Richard may come off as a pushover (and let's face it he was) but there was one person that they'd never standup to, Sirius "The Chimera" Black. With Sirius backing him what else did he need?

"Hey Richie…" Sirius huskily murmured as he slowly stood up to make his way towards him, bestowing a kiss right on his lips.

"Wahoo! Richard you lucky dog you." Kenneth shouted in glee.

"Hey how come Richard always gets a kiss?" Timothy asked as he pouted; arms crossed looking liking a little child who had not gotten his way.

"As if I would ever lock lips with the likes of you, psssssh!" Sirius sneered out disgustedly. "Who knows what I'll catch." Sirius added.

"Probably crabs and I don't mean the Red Lobster variety." Kenneth helpfully replied.

The room erupted into laughter, except of course Edward who instead opted to glare at both Sirius and Richard.

Whilst their new recruit giggled nervously; and speaking of said recruit.

"Uhh…Haha...!" Timothy sarcastically remarked, as he clapped his hand in mock gratitude. "Some friend you turned out to be."

"Haha…Haha! Oh don't be like that it was just a joke." Kenneth jokingly replied a he patted his friend's back sympathy.

"Yeah stop being such a wu...sss…sssyy!" Richards elongated.

The room started laughing as a whole at Timothy's otherwise affronted form, and even more at him childishly sticking of his middle finger.

And last but not least the rookie medic, Rebecca Chambers. She was a prodigy like Sirius, yet his complete opposites. Sirius was exceedingly mature for one his age, able remain calm and unfazed (except when it came to Timothy) through situations that even the most seasoned veterans would cringe. Whilst Rebecca was coming-out of her childish faze, he desperately hoped. (He really didn't need another Joseph). Excitedly enough (to Timothy at least) the teams new medic posed a striking familiarity to Japanese pop star Ayumi Hamasaki.

She was good inch or two taller than Sirius, but he would probably out grow her, give or take a few months. Rebecca Chambers had graduated from medical school at the ripe age of eighteen. She was a prodigy that was snatched too quickly by their leader Albert Wesker.

The fact was Rebecca had no military training and given the amount of time she'd been with them (three weeks), neither Sirius nor he had been given ample opportunity to "gently" ease her into the team. The rest of the squad members had at least a year or more combat experience, Rebecca had known. But haven't a medic on their team didn't seem that bad even if she wasn't to familiarize with different types of guns and ammo's. That's what training with Sirius was supposed to do prepare her. The poor girl came back from each session thoroughly exhausted.

Rebecca S.T.A.R.S. uniform consisted of a green t-shirt and matching pants with a white bulletproof tactical vest. The medic symbol was printed on the back of her vest. She also wore black fingerless gloves and combat boots. (Besides Edward, Kenneth and himself) She was the only other member of the team who wore their hair appropriately. She carried the standard handgun on her shoulder holster as well as a medical kit for mixing up herbs.

Here was his team a mixture of prodigy's and sharpshooters, they were the best and probably the youngest team put together. But what they lacked in experience they made up in vigor. Bravo team may be used primarily as scouts, but that didn't stop them from participating in some carnal destruction, Sirius more so then the rest. He really needed to curve that bloodlust.

"Man I miss Joseph." Timothy breathed out, leaning back against his chair he threw his arms around Sirius.

Flushing in embarrassment at the mentioning of Bravo Team former vehicles specialist the man she had replaced.

Scowling at Timothy tenacity he pushed him off causing him to fall onto the ground. Everyone in the conference room broke into laughter.

Sirius threw her a reassuring smile.

"Okay now that we've all gotten…." Enrico began, "Yes Timothy."

"Sir, I would like to say that I have not gotten all of "it" out of my system." Timothy perversely remarked.

"You're so disgusting."

"Mchh you know you want it." Timothy leered as he pressed his body against Sirius, much to the latter's disgust.

"Yes, like a herpes outbreak." Sirius sneered in disgust, as he attempted to push the man off of him.

"You have herpes. Ehhhh!" Timothy cried out in disgust, immediately reeling from Sirius.

Sirius eyes twitched at his statement, "In a minute you'll have my foot in your fuc….."

"Okay enough, Sirius remove your hands away from the blades and Timothy don't make me allow Sirius slash your tongue off." Enrico tiredly said.

"Anyway onto the purpose of this mission, but first I would like to introduce you to our newest recruit Rebecca Chambers. Bravo Team new medic." Enrico addressed the now blushing youth.

'Medic, Bravo team never even had an on-field medic before.' They all thought.

"He…hello….uhmm….I'm Rebec…Rebecca Chambers, nice to….to meet you." The girl stuttered out nervously.

"Hi Rebecca!' They all said shouted at the same time, reminiscent to a support group. Said girl weakly waved in their direction.

"Okay now that introductions have been made lets continue. For the past few weeks there have been many freakish murderers within the vicinity of Raccoon Forest, for those who don't know where that is it's on the outskirt of the city. Now for that reason we are being sent to investigate the area, we have reason to believe that our culprits are a cannibalistic religious cult."

"How can we be sure it's the religious angle it just might be some hillbilly family committing the murders?" Sirius remarked a serious expression settling into his usual childish features.

"Well two of the victim's were priests." Enrico replied.

"No offense sir, but what the fuck are priest's doing in the forest?" Timothy asked.

"It would seem that our two fathers were searching for runaway polygamist brides." Enrico supplied calmly.

Whew!

"Shit! I didn't know we had polygamist around here." Timothy excitedly said.

"We do they just live and the northern most region of the Arklay Mountains, there have even been sightings of the sects residing on top of the mountain via satellite." Sirius answered nonchalantly, his attention otherwise focused on his PDA.

"He's right. We have reason to believe that the priest murder was an example to others to keep their distance. Also there has always been a low amount of animal life residing in that forest the priest we found were missing limbs, it would seem our poly's have a hankering for human flesh." Enrico continued. "For that purpose all restriction on how you handle them are otherwise removed." He finished, noting the devilish smiles that were now across his subordinate's faces, except….

"What does that mean?" Rebecca asked.

"It means we shoot first ask question later." Sirius replied. "Enrico I was reviewing some of the…remains I noted that there were incisions across them that bore striking familiar to that of a dog." He continued as he carefully accessed the victim's mangled forms.

"Ehhh!"

"It means dumbnuts, that we may also have a group of dogs roaming the forest." Sirius sneered at Timothy's stupid response.

"Impossible!" Enrico said.

Shaking his head in response Sirius added, "Not an impossible I'm not saying is a wolf pack but the teeth…."

"There haven't been sightings of wolves in this area for more than twenty years."

"I never said the teeth marks were that of a wolf packs, and besides the teeth marks are too small to be made by wolves anyway. Still it doesn't change the fact that we have a pack roaming throughout that forest. They are probably infected with rabies or something."

"Or perhaps they are owned by our sect." Richard helpfully added.

"Either way our victim all share a similar pattern in regards to their demise their throats are always ripped out, proving that in certain instances that their death was a direct result of a dog bite. When canines attack it is as a pack, they either pull you down to get to your vitals or they leap towards you and rip it out. Thus stopping their victim's from making a getaway, or even screaming." Sirius said.

"True but what about the sightings of people attacking and consuming people, two of our victims at Victory Lake." Enrico coolly replied as he pulled out a file of their two victims. "Twenty years old Deane Rusch a visiting college student was found along with thirty-nine years old Christopher Smith an aide for the mayor were both discovered on the lakes shoreline. Their corpses were so badly mauled and mutilated they had to depend on their dental records just to identify them."

As each member of the team viewed the pictures, ghastly expressions begun to ghost across their faces. Their new rookie turned to vomit into the garbage can, Richard sympathetically rubbing her back and holding her hair.

"Shit who…who….could've done this?" Andrew quietly asked.

Enrico turned to look at his second-in-command whose features like always were school.

"As you can see by the photos they weren't actually fit to be identified by their love ones. I don't care whether it's a bunch of people who like having more than one wife and father thousands of children. Or even a pack of rabid dogs." He looked directly at Sirius as he said that last part. "…..we get in we find out who's responsible and we eliminate them is that clear." Enrico furiously barked his fist hitting the already rickety metal table, causing all those around to jump in fright and shock.

Standing up Sirius made his way to Enrico side to give out his own pre-mission pep talk.

"Okay you heard him suit up team we've got a mission to complete. We have only seventeen hours to identify the culprits. At this time you are free to use whatever means you deem most effective to bringing them in. I don't have to tell you all this but if we fail then Alpha will be called in, and I know none of us wants that. So I suggest you bring you're A game because anything less will just get you killed.

Bravo team shot their second-in-command an incredulous look at his slightly different pep, 'shit that wasn't peppy at all' they thought. He must really have it in for Alpha, probably still peeved at Wesker for stealing Joseph and for unloading the new Medic on them. Sirius had said the girl was as naive as they came and equally inept.

Staring at them through narrowed eyes Sirius barked out in irritation, "What are you looking at suit the fuck up, Dewey and Dooley get to the copter I want us prep to go in forty-two minutes, that's enough time for you all to take a potty break. Cuz there ain't going to be any bleeding of the dragons on this trip." Sirius remarked, as he begun to order the team about. "Unless of course, you want your dragon bitten off." He maliciously added.

The male members of the team paled as they all but flew out the room to prep for their mission.

"Hey you Rebecca right, head to the lab and pick up the medical case, I have a feeling these bozos are going to incur more than just a bite." Sirius said as the Rebecca shakily rosed to her feet and made her way toward the door. "Oh and Becky you might want to take that potty break, you've got vomit all over your face and neck." He helpfully added. Flushing in embarrassment Rebecca quickly ran out of the room.

"Sirius I'm sorry." Enrico said.

"It's okay, you're the boss." Sirius laughingly replied.

"I'm not, with Joseph leaving and us getting Dooley, Chambers, and Weber. Ahhh! I don't know how you're able to remain so damn calm." Enrico warily remarked as he ran his hands tiredly through his hair.

Making his way toward the opened door Sirius paused before answering Enrico's question, "It's really quite simple, I remember that at the end of the day I get to shoot someone."

Smiling Sirius walked through the door.

Sigh!

'Sirius Black you are a mystery'He thought as he leaned back against his seat. "Ahh peace in quiet at last…..Ulgh!"

Oof!

'Timothy!' He seethed out internally.

"Oh yeah Enrico don't sit in the." Sirius suddenly called out as he poked his head into the room. "….Never you mind." His second-in-command added as his face twisted into a grimace, before he carefully retracted his head from the room and fled down the halls.

"Sirius!" He swore from his place on the ground, his fists were raised in the air, a clear indication of his intention once he caught that deceptive lil con.

'Fucking mystery indeed more like a heart attack in disguise.' He ruefully thought as he allowed his body to fall down on the ground in mock defeat.

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So how do you like it so far, I took the summary off because it delayed my story. The fact is I wanted you all to see just how changed Harry has become, and how much of a coincidence that he'd taken the name of the man falsely imprisoned for a murder he never committed, so much like him. The fact is I find the wizarding world to be the most racist race of people in existence, their just as bad as muggles in my eye. Voldedork is just the magical version of Hitler, genocide included. And you know what I don't blame purebloods entirely muggleborns come into their world and have misconception about everything around them. Ohh a werewolf it's a monster, as far as I'm concerned there is no such thing as good or evil that's just a something people makeup to explain the unexplainable. Its good when it's understandable and within their grasp, what is unattainable and withheld from their grasp is automatically evil.

I'm sorry about my rant but I despise how they behave towards the so called "inferior' race. As far as I am concern anyone who judges a person by the color of their skin or even their race deserves to burn. Harry may be a somewhat promiscuous and battle hardened, but looking at how he was raised are you really surprised by how he'd turned out without "Dumbledore's" so called guidance.