Harry Potter and The G.I. Joe: The Philosophers Stone

Chapter 3

"Speaking"

'Thinking'

"Parseltongue"

Writing/Reading

"YELLING"

Amazon Rainforest, South America; June 30th, 2011

The Amazon Rainforest, is the world's largest rainforest, encompassing a large part of South America, stretching across the South American countries of Brazil, Peru, Ecuador, Columbia, Bolivia, Venezuela, Guyana, Suriname, French Guyana, and Ecuador. In an unknown part of the Amazon Basin, a young ten-year-old boy is watching a tense meeting of two groups of mercenaries; one group of ten wearing brown clothing with Kevlar, and another group being the one to hold the boy's interest, a group of twenty soldiers wearing blue fatigues, black masks covering their faces, and a big red cobra sigil on the front of their helmets. The ten-year-old kept his eye on the Cobra soldiers, waiting for any sign of their boss who was currently not in attendance; but he had learned to be patient. As he watched the Cobra troopers, he took a quick moment to put down the binoculars he was using to readjust his favorite AK-47 automatic assault rifle that was slung across his back, while also checking on the two M1911 pistols that he had strapped to each of his legs, before raising his binoculars again.

"Checking in Duke: still no sign of Destro." He spoke into the communicator that was resting close to his mouth. "If he doesn't show up soon, those mercs may end up shooting at those Cobra goons."

He waited for a response from his CO until he finally heard his adopted father's voice speaking through the earpiece.

"Just be patient Bolt," Duke said, his voice displaying a level of maturity and intelligence beyond his years. "Remember, Destro set this meeting up himself, so there's no way he's not gonna show up, to make sure everything goes right. Just remember, Cobra supplying weapons to a bunch of South American rebels? There's trouble brewing, and we need to make sure that it doesn't get out of hand."

The boy brushes aside some loose black hair out of the way from his green eyes, briefly revealing his lightning bolt scar.

"Copy that Duke, still keeping my eyes open." Bolt, or rather Harry Potter-Hauser, replied, watching for the arrival of Cobra's third highest-ranking officer.

As he waited, Harry thought back to when he joined G.I. Joe.

*Flashback:

Harry regained consciousness in the USS Flagg medical bay and looked around to see a blond-haired man and red-haired woman sitting (or rather sleeping with the woman's head resting on the man's shoulder, and the man's head on hers) in a couple of chairs. Initially, Harry was confused, as the last thing he remembered was slowly drowning into the depths of the Atlantic while the Anne Boleyn was sinking, and decided to do what he thought was best: sneak out of the med bay, and figure out where he was. After all, for all he knew, he may have been picked up by the very people who sank the cruise ship that he was on and decided to take him, prisoner. Carefully getting off the operating table, Harry hissed in pain as he finally noticed his broken ankle was wrapped in medical gauze.

'Thanks a bloody lot, Uncle Vernon!' Harry thought to himself; even in death, his uncle was making things difficult for him.

Making sure to be careful with his ankle, Harry grabbed his glasses from a nearby table, and limped out into the hallway, checking to see that it was all deserted. After making sure that there wasn't anyone in the hallways, Harry limped out into the hall, and started walking to where he thought may lead out to the deck. The slight feeling of a back and forth movement on the floors told Harry that he was on a ship, but he wasn't sure what type of ship he was on until he could get out onto the deck. All he could do was hope that he wasn't picked up by those jerks that sunk the Anne Boleyn, and killed all of those innocent people that were aboard it. Harry made a vow to himself, that if he got off this ship, and was older, he would hunt down the people who killed all of those passengers and crew and get justice for all of the families that lost loved ones because of the people who were on that super battleship that attacked them.