1 Chapter 1

Hi my name is Rickard Henry Potter, I know, I know. I have heard that joke about my last name a thousand times, the popular book Harry Potter made it impossible back in school.

I grew up getting pounded by the system, my mother was drug addict that abandoned me in a trash can of a mall parking lot. In my short life i lived in about thirty seven foster homes from the age of five to the age of eighteen, where I walked in a recruiting office and signed up with the army.

In all my foster homes, only one family treated me with decency. They were not perfect and had many flaws, but they were not cruel. There was another boy there by the name of Vincent Johnson, kid was an avid Dungeons and dragons fan.

He even hit me into it too, as well as the Harry Potter series. I still remember when he forced me to create a character sheet for my DnD character, but as soon we were separated.

I don't ever remember having friends, school was never any help. I mean just imagine this as a kid, you get transferred to a new school in the middle of the year, only to move after three months.

That kinda makes it hard to have friends to begin with no? anyways enough about my sad life or past, because I am currently getting fucked by shit storm with a mandingo dick.

"CONTACT RIGHT!" Pierced the air at the same time as a screech of RPGs and dull cracks of AKs meet the American patrol.

The sharp crack of M4s, the short rapid bursts from the M249s, and the slightly slower but louder M240s answered the enemy fire while one could barely hear the RTO call up on the radio to the TOC to inform them that they were in a battle.

"Poseidon, this is Bastard 1-4 declaring TIC at this time, over."

"Roger, Bastard 1-4 declaring TIC time now, out."

As the RTO was getting his M4 up and looking for insurgents across the small mountain valley they were in, he mentally noticed the two different groups of men in multicams firing and moving to different patches of cover around him.

The first group were bearded men with no name or unit patches on their uniforms. Their weapons had holographic sights with magnifiers that could be pushed to the right and out of the way.

(AN-Same stuff in MW3)

On the top of the rifle rails were PEQ-15s while the bottom had either M203s or foregrips. These were ODAs or more commonly United States Army Special Forces.

The other group was clean shaven, young and had 1st Infantry Division or big red one patches on in dark green and black.

Their M4s had ACOGs with a few M320 under mounted here and there. All of the machine gunners had either SAWs or M240s equipped MGOs on them.

These men were attachments taken from 1-26 INF Battalion or the Blue Spaders.

Their whole job in this deployment to Afghanistan was to back up and reinforce when needed the ODAs on this combat tour. Only a select few were taken and did training with the ODAs and SEALs leading up to when they left to fight in the mountains and deserts of Afghanistan.

Every man chosen fell under SOTF or Special Operations Task Force instead of ISAF.

"FUCK" could be heard from one of these attachments.

A 18 year old black haired and light blue-gray almost white colored eyes Specialist Rickard Potter was trying to fix a jam in his M4 caused by a spent cartridge. 

This never happened in video games or movies randomly went through his head of the average 6 foot 3 inches young man as he tried desperately to get the cartridge out so he could stay in the fight and not die in this random valley among the snowcapped mountains.

Ricky had been in country for about five months now where the first three was with SEALs before the got replaced by the ODAs around him.

After what seemed like hours but was only about a few seconds he got the spent cartridge out and loaded a fresh round into his weapon, bringing it up to get back into the fight

Unnoticed behind him was small blue flame seemingly floating around waist high slowly growing bigger and almost pulsating.

This blue flame didn't move as it grew bigger behind the young soldier or even flare as a RPG exploded to the left of it.

As SPC Potter fired a round after round at the Taliban fighters and took fire from said fighters the flame continued to grow.

"A-10 INBOUND!" was heard throughout the fighting causing him to take a quick glance up and around to see that plane with its big gun that almost was like a snot of a pig send its 30MM rounds at the enemy.

BRRRRRRT was heard as the slow, straight winged jet descended into the valley. Across the valley larges clumps of dirt, trees and various items snapped, turned into dust or splintered.

As soon as the A-10 had started its climb up out of the valley to do a another pass the fighting almost seemed to stop for a few seconds then started back up with a notable drop of fire coming from the Taliban. Soon that stopped all together as the A-10 descended into the valley again for its second gun run.

BRRRRRT was heard as it destroyed the enemy forces and positions.

"SOUND OFF, anyone hurt?"

called out the ODA captain leading the patrol.

"All accounted for with no injuries."

Came from team leaders after looking over their men, checking for equipment and injuries. SPC Potter was standing up about to start heading across the valley to check the dead for intel and ID them when a mortar round landed five meters in front of him, peppering him with shrapnel and launching him back into the now large and pulsating rapidly blue flame.

As soon as he touched the flame still in midair, the flame flashed and SPC Rickard Potter, of the 1-26 INF, assigned to SOTF-SE vanished from this world.

At the same time of that flash, around the world his dress uniform, clothes, spare uniforms and some gears vanished from his room back on the FOB.

On that day he was declared MIA/KIA with no body, they couldn't declare him out right dead.

In a black void however, a body was currently floating. But what was odd was that three fist sized light balls with different colors were circling around him.

One was red, one green, and one black. It took a few seconds before they all glowed and entered his body.

After a few seconds another light shaped like a bird arrived and just floated above the body, then it simply touched the body whiched caused the body to shine brightly before they both disappeared.