A/N Expect sporadic updates. Harry Potter is not mine. Not sure what the ship is going to be yet

Chapter One: Discovery

Harry looked up into the pouring rain; this was the sixth day in a row he would have to run in the rain. At least he was able to convince Petunia to buy him a pair of running shoes, cheap as they were, they were much better than his other sneakers, held together with two layers of duct tape.

Finishing his stretches, he set off down the road, beginning his routine, which had expanded since the beginning of summer. He had discovered soon after his return that exercise made the pain of Sirius' death go away, though the discovery left his knuckles scabbed and Dudley's punching bag covered in his blood.

Currently his routine consisted of: waking up, doing one hundred two-handed pushups, then fifty more one-handed pushups on each side, two hundred sit ups, a ten mile run, and then fifty one-armed pull ups on each side. Before he went to bed he would do two-hundred squats. What he didn't understand was that he never got sore, never pulled a muscle, and was never anymore tired from his workouts than he was when he did nothing. The only evidence that he had even changed his daily routine was his muscle mass. He was built like a professional rock climber, and with his new muscle tone, came respect, from Dudley at least. Needless to say, his food wasn't stolen anymore, and Dudley had even spoken up at one point when he didn't think Harry had enough food on his plate. It was definitely one of the oddest experiences of Harry's life.

Presently, he has about five miles into his run, not jog, fighting his way through the onslaught of rain and he idly wonders if this rain will continue through his birthday, which is only three days away.

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48. 49. 50. I think I'm going to need to add another 10 pull ups to my routine like I did with the sit ups and push-ups. I don't even feel these anymore. Maybe magic prevents sore muscles or something…

Harry released the tree, dropping into a crouch, unbeknownst to him as he shielded his eyes from the pounding rain, green swirls of magic spun around his biceps, relaxing the muscle and preventing the lactic acid from building up.

Heading back into Number Four, Harry grabbed the towel he left for himself by the front door, stripped down and wrapped himself in it. Once at the top of the stairs he dropped his clothes off to hang above the bathtub and headed back to his room to change.

My door is open… I always close my door. The Dursleys are still asleep, at least I still hear them snoring. Fuck…I stopped taking my wand on runs after the first week, its under my pillow.

Harry rolled his towel on his waist so that it would stay in place without his hand and whistled on his way down to the kitchen no reason to raise a possible attacker's suspicion. He grabbed the largest and sharpest kitchen knives they owned, spinning them in his palm so that the handle was in his hand but the blade was hidden behind his forearm. Thunder cracked outside as he made his way up the stairs. There was no break in the snoring. Moving silently through the house as he had learned to do from a young age he made his way to his bedroom, stopping at the wall by the entrance to listen. The only thing that should be moving inside is Hedwig, and he knew the room very well.

There was a shuffle by his nightstand and sigh. Harry made a solid step into his room, taking in his surroundings in an instant and launching the knife from his right hand and charged at the intruder, quickly switching his remaining blade from his left to his right hand. His eyes widened at the unbelievable speed in which his attacker not only turned around, but caught the flying blade, and swatted Harry's right forearm with the back of his hand. This threw Harry's balance causing him to tumble to the floor.

To Harry's surprise, when he looked up, expecting death, he found an outstretched hand. His eyes continued up the arm to look into the warm face of none other than Remus Lupin.

"Sorry about that Harry, probably should have announced my presence… glad to see that even a fake Moody can teach constant vigilance though."

Harry accepted the hand up, smiling at the man.

"How in the world did you do that Professor?"

"First of all I haven't been your Professor for years so for the last time, enough with that nonsense. From now on I will only respond to Remus, Moony, and, though I would prefer you didn't, Mr. Lupin. Second of all, I'm a werewolf. I knew you were approaching, quiet as you were, it takes much more than that to escape these ears. Wet as you are I could also smell you."

"So you knew I was there, I understand that, but you caught that knife and swatted me away like I was nothing!"

Lupin laughed at this.

"I've been through a war Harry! Not that my extended reflexes didn't help at all; but you have a long ways to go, and your balance, while great in itself, is crap with a knife."

There was a pause between the men as they sized each other up and Lupin's face darkened before he spoke.

"This is going to be a different kind of war Harry, and as far as I can tell, you're going to be one of the main components. Until today you have had nothing but average wizard training, though you had a touch of accelerated training during your fourth year, as of yet you are only just above average. While your group had extensive studies in defense this year, you still only remained within the boundaries of an average wizard. It is understood by all, and don't try to argue with me on this, that the only reason you weren't annihilated in the Department of Mysteries is because those Deatheaters were given specific instructions to refrain from killing anyone. Even those of Ministry employ were merely drugged into sleep or knocked out."

Lupin paused here to allow Harry to absorb everything that was just said.

"So you're telling me that everything that we accomplished this year was for naught? We haven't done anything? We're just as useless as we were before?"

"Not exactly Harry. What you have done in this past year was bring everyone back up to speed. You have given them proper defensive training. Over the past decade, defense training has fallen well below par at Hogwarts, even I only really taught you about Dark creatures and how to defend yourselves from them, foolishly believing at the time that throughout your lives that is all you would need defending from. This year through were taking a leaf out of Voldemort's book, yes I can say his name now stop giving me that look. Dumbledore has selected from the sixth and seventh years those who he believes will ascend above the rest, many of which were in your group. You however, will not be training with them. For the next month of summer and the first month of school, you will be traveling and training with myself at an accelerated rate. Tonight we are heading to Northern Canada to train with an ancient and secret civilization. Apparently they assisted Dumbledore in his training around…oh say one hundred and thirty years ago."

"What about my things…Remus… and Hedwig?"

"Bring clothes and take Hedwig from her cage, she won't be needing it. Enough words. You will learn more as we go but for now its time to leave. Blood wards are powerful enough to fend off a giant but now that Voldemort is in the open, he knows no bounds. He will find you as long as you're within reach, and the Order's reports show that his recruitment reaches as far as Eastern Europe at the moment."

Remus motioned towards Hedwig and Harry freed her from her cage and she flew to his shoulder, nipping his ear. When Harry looked back to Lupin he was already on his way out of Harry's room. Harry made to follow him before Remus laughingly said "Don'r you plan on getting dressed?"

Blushing, Harry put on his best pair of jeans and a tee shirt, a pair of socks and his worn down shoes. When he exited the room, wand in hand, Lupin frowned at his poorly fit clothing and the tape that he was calling shoes.

"We're going to stop at the muggle mall and pick you up some clothing, you look like shit. It'll be my treat, and that's partially because we don't have time to pick up your money and partially because even when I couldn't eat I was wearing better shoes than that."

"Your treat? When you were poor?" asked Harry as they headed down the steps, Harry could hear the Dursleys started to awaken.

Remus paused, glancing down before saying "Sirius left me everything, minus a Beach Villa and a few items to you and a few things to Andromeda and Nymphadora as well as reinstatement in to the Black Family for both of them."

Harry took a deep breath, "Oh, what items did he leave me?"

"Apparently they're in the Villa, we'll stop by there at some point, he owns, well, I own the whole Island and there are a few residences there that we'll check out at some point, it's not far from the Bermuda Triangle. In fact, it's probably the reason that so many planes and boats wreck, it's one of Earth's Magical Focal Points, which would throw off muggle radar and such."

Most of this soared right over Harry's head so he just nodded as they shut the door and Remus turned, grabbing him and apparating them to an Alleyway outside of the Local mall.

A quick shopping trip later and Harry had on a pair of Black Converse, fresh and durable jeans, a black tee shirt and a thick black leather jacket. All of which fit him perfectly. This threw him off for about twenty minutes before he realized it was the most comfortable he had ever been in clothing.

"Can you apparate us all the way to Canada Remus?"

"Not in this lifetime. When you've got some training, you should be able to apparate across the world. When you apparate, you're throwing your magic like a line to guide you to your destination. The amount of magic you have in your reserves determines how far you will be able to apparate."

"I understand. So where exactly is it that we're going then?"

Remus laughed, "Well we could purchase a long distance port key, but we don't want anyone to know where we're leaving the country, and we don't want to give away the location of the Peace Mage Tribe, at least I think that's how it translates to English…"

Confusion covered Harry's face and Remus laughed again "all in due time Harry, all in due time."

(Chapter Complete)

This is a story that been running around in my brain for quite a while, updates will be sporadic, and future chapters should be much longer. Right now I am having some difficulty because I know exactly what is going to happen later, I just don't know how to begin.

There will be a sharp increase in language (military training will do that to Harry's friends and allies) and graphic sex and violence. I have Rated the story NC-17 now so that people who read it know what they're getting into, and frankly, it seems that is the only reason people really use Ficwad anymore. Even I hardly give a story a second look on the site if it isn't NC-17 and I would like to think of myself as more of an advanced reader. Please read and review, I will update without it but Reviews will probably spur me to update faster, I also will take advice and may even accept story suggestions.

Really quick I would like to point out that I gave Remus all of the Black fortune. Don't you think Sirius would have done that? "Hmmm give all my money to Rich godson who I see on occasion…or to my incredibly poor best friend who I've known since I was eleven…" I mean really. I'll stop rambling now. Thanks for reading.