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Warning: This story will contain scenes of violence and maybe other themes that some audiences may find unsuitable. You have been advised.

The Grey Assassins

Chapter 4

Almost two years had passed, and within that time great strides had been made for the Order. As soon as Harry had stepped into the training room, it had become clear that this boy was destined for great things.

On an average day, Harry would wake up at five o'clock sharp, get dressed and head out to meet the day head on. After that, he would maneuver through the corridors with his precise memory until he reached the path that spun through the woods and around the base for a good hour before he went and ate a breakfast of eggs and sausage. Once he ate his meal he would head back to the training room and perform the rest of the exercises for the day. After he was done working out, he would head back into his room, shower then dress for his classes.

His classes consisted of classes in 'light' magics and classes in 'dark' magics. Also among his studies were languages, strategy, history of both magical and muggle worlds, potions, diplomacy, battle, and survival.

History for Harry wasn't that exciting, but he paid attention and did his best in the class. The same could be said for languages, but the class was a lot better for Harry.

Diplomacy was another one of the less stimulating studies of Harry's classes. This one involved politics and negotiations. It was the most boring of them all. Harry understood but hated all the backwards talk involved in political schemes. Harry knew that negotiation was critical to know, but for some reason, it wasn't his strong suit.

All other classes held almost equal love in Harry's eyes.

In survival, Harry would learn about camouflage, medical procedures in the field, what to eat and drink, how to build or find shelter, and navigation at all times of day and night.

In both of his magics classes, Harry learned charms, wards, defence against the Dark Arts, the Dark Arts, transfiguration, occlumency and legilimency, and other various works of magic.

Strategy class had Harry learning strategic movements of all kinds as a leader, both in the field and as a general at a base far from the lines. Also, he studied old battles from books, other pieces of parchment, and videos.

If Harry really had to identify his favorite class, Battle class was it. There the boy learned about commanding troops in various situations, how to use any weapon effectively in combat, hand-to-hand combat, how to infiltrate an area alone or with a group, as well as all other positions needed for a battle, war, sabotage and/or assassination attempt.

Potions was also a great experience for Harry. He had already been a pretty fair cook, but with his newfound abilities he had excelled at every challenge Severus threw at Harry at night when the man sent the boy assignments via a communicator all Grey Assassins held.

These communicators rested upon the wrist of the non-dominant hand of the holder in a gauntlet to allow for speech while fighting. Another gauntlet was on the other arm to confuse a person, although it held all the same functions as its twin. The gauntlets could, with a thought, disappear from the arm. That was another feature of these gauntlets. They worked by thought allowing the laser feature on the gauntlets to work silently.

Today was not a normal day for Harry, however. Today, Harry met with the Elders after dinner in their council room.

"Hello, Harry. How are you tonight?" Edward said, his voice holding more pride than it did two years ago.

"I am fine, Edward. Thank you for asking, and may I ask how you and the Council are doing tonight?" Harry said with a slight grin on his lips.

"You are welcome, Harry, and yes, you may." Edward said with a bigger grin on his face.

"Very well. How are you and the Council doing tonight, Edward?" Harry said now with a smile on his face.

"I cannot speak for the Council, but I am well, Harry. Thank you." Edward said with a smile matching Harry's.

On Harry's third meeting with the Council, Edward had played the same game with Harry except with different results. Instead of the good humor that was just shared, Harry had gotten confused and slightly embarrassed for a moment.

"That is good. Now, what did you five want to see me about?" Harry asked, now completely serious.

"As you know, your eleventh birthday is approaching and with it a huge step. Your Hogwarts letter will be coming before that. You will accept and join the class roster for this coming year." Henry said.

"Council, not to question your orders, but why? Isn't my training here enough?" Harry asked.

"There are two reasons. One: you are going to need members for the newborn order that you can trust even more than the average member. And two: as someone of such importance in the United Kingdom, people are expecting you to show up. To prevent suspicion, you need to attend." Helen responded.

"Okay, so what are my objectives?" Harry asked.

"Your main objectives are to make those who want to manipulate you believe they are doing so without actually gaining anything, gain allies, information and/or contacts that may be useful, and develop your powers even more on your own. By this, I mean you are to stay on your physical training plan, and constantly work on perfecting your magic while never revealing too much to the people of the school." Edward commanded.

"On the weekends, go beyond the limits of the school wards and apparate back here for your weekly status updates and your true classes. On Sunday night, you will apparate back to the school and act as if nothing has happened. Make sure to be discreet, though." Edward continued.

"Yes, Edward. Is there anything else that you need from me?" Harry questioned.

"Yes, Harry. We have a theory about what happened to you two years ago when your powers were unlocked, but to be sure and for you to gain your fortunes you must go to Gringotts." Evelyn said.

"When will I be leaving, Council?" Harry asked.

"You will leave the day after your birthday at one o'clock post meridian with me Harry. This is, as you know, because a child cannot inherit his or her fortune until they are emancipated and his or her parents are deceased. You may also know that if you are eleven and the last member of your bloodline, you can do this. The reason for an escort is to avoid the suspicion caused by an eleven year old traveling alone. After we finalize our business at Gringotts, we will go and get your school supplies. All right?" Victor asked.

"Yes, Victor. I will continue my training until the start of term I expect?" Harry asked.

The Council smiled and responded with a simple, "Yes, Harry. If that is all the questions you have, you are dismissed."

"Thank you, Council. I will take my leave." Harry said before he exited the chamber to go to his room.

When Harry arrived at his room, the boy undressed and quickly went to bed. Mere seconds after Harry's head touched the pillow, Harry fell asleep. This was not due to exhaustion, but because Harry knew of his body's need of rest for the days to come.

Several days later, Harry was summoned back to the Council's chamber. Today was the day after Harry's eleventh birthday, and it was time to find some answers and make another huge stride toward the Order's goal: rebirth.

The past few days had passed uneventfully. As expected, Harry's Hogwarts letter had come. When Harry had finished reading the letter, he had merely put it into his drawer and went to sleep.

Now, though, the day was going to be interesting. Even though Harry had been to Diagon Alley plenty of times for intelligence missions, today Harry would be there as a visitor not a passerby.

When Harry arrived in the chamber, he found Victor waiting for him dressed in black robes that a fairly wealthy wizard would typically wear. Harry was dressed in a smaller version of the outfit.

"Come on, 'son'. We got a lot to do, today." Victor said with a grin.

"Yes, 'father', we sure do." Harry said, accompanied by a grin that matched the Elder's.

With that said, the duo apparated into a small building opposite the pub that led to Diagon Alley. They then walked across the street straight into the back room without saying a single word.

"Remember to keep up the disguise, Harry." Victor said before he pressed the necessary bricks with his hand to open the archway.

Once the portal was open, the duo stepped out onto the streets of Diagon Alley. They then followed the street to the mammoth marble building that had in massive letters Gringotts Wizarding Bank inscribed above the entrance.

Harry and Victor stepped up to the goblin teller at the end of the walkway surrounded on both sides by the other tellers.

They then waited respectfully for the goblin to finish his business.

"Thank you for waiting. How may I be of service?" the goblin asked.

"Mr. Potter here would like to discuss his accounts and the possibility of emancipation from his guardian." Victor said.

"Wait here, please." The goblin replied.

"Thank you." Victor responded.

When the goblin left, Victor whispered, "It is always beneficial to be kind and respectful to a fellow businessman, no matter their species." To this, Harry gave a small nod unnoticed by all except for Victor.

After a few more minutes, the goblin returned and said, "If you would follow me please, Director Ragnok would like to personally make your acquaintances."

"Thank you…?" Victor said

"Griphook, sir. My name is Griphook.

"Well, thank you Griphook. Please lead the way." Victor said politely before giving a grin to Harry.

The duo followed Griphook to a set of huge mahogany doors guarded by two fully armed goblins. With a nod from the guards, Griphook knocked on the door and said, "Director, Mr. Potter and his companion are here to see you." When a commanding voice said, "Enter," the trio obeyed and entered the room.

At a massive low-lying desk sat a goblin in exquisite robes that obviously held much value writing something down. Griphook left after Ragnok glanced up and said to the goblin, "You are dismissed." With a nod, Griphook left Harry and Victor who stood still waiting for the Director to finish.

Ragnok a couple minutes later then rolled up the parchment and tied it with a bit of string. After setting the parchment down, Ragnok said with a wave of his hand, "Please, sit."

The duo did so without a word.

"Now, first let me thank you both for the level of respect you have showed me. Almost all other wizards would normally be rude which would result in you being fined an amount of money suitable to the extent of your injustice."

"All species should be treated with respect, especially the ruler of one of the highest of these races. It is unfortunate others do not see the same as us in this regard." Victor said, his voice laced with respect.

"Yes, it is unfortunate. Now, I understand you wish to see the state of your accounts and also wish to be emancipated. Is that correct, Mr. Potter?" the goblin director and king said.

"Yes, your highness. That is correct." Harry replied his voice also holding respect for the goblin in front of him.

"Good, but before we begin with the assessment and emancipation of your accounts, I am going to need a blood sample for a blood test to make sure you are who you say you are, Harry. I will give you the premium blood test for free if you wish." Ragnok said.

"Thank you, your highness. We are very appreciative." Victor said for Harry and himself.

"No thanks are necessary. Now, please use this dagger to cut a line across your palm and let your blood flow into this bowl." Ragnok said.

Harry had a sense of de ja vu as he once more sliced his palm and let his blood flow into the bowl. After a few seconds Harry's hand healed and the blood stopped flowing. With the bowl now full, Ragnok took an expensive looking piece of parchment and soaked it in Harry's blood. As the parchment drained the blood out of the bowl, letters began to swirl together to form words that Harry could not see from his vantage point.

"Oh…My…Gods!" Ragnock exclaimed in disbelief.

AN: Here's the fourth chapter. I hope you like it. Next chapter should include Harry's familiars and will probably be posted on Friday or Saturday. Thanks for reading and remember to Rate and Review. As always: Occidere prima vel occidi.