Hey here is the next chapter. I would like to thank all those who have reviewed this fic, its awesome and its all been positive so I'm really grateful to all of you! I'm sorry I didn't get this chapter up sooner, my internet has been down since last weekend. So anyway, I don't know Harry Potter, J.K.Rowling does! Thanks, please R/R

After dinner they went back up to the common room to study. Ron kept whispering to Harry to tell him what the news was but Harry didn't. He would whisper back that too many people were around and he needed to study. Ron would sigh loudly and complain that he was always the last to find out everything.

It was very tiring and stressful waiting for midnight to come. Harry was anxious to know what Dumbledore was going to do about it and what actions he was going to take. He really hoped Dumbledore had included him in them but just incase he kept thinking about reasons to tell Dumbledore on why he should be included in. Maybe Remus would back him up again, he thought.

At 11:30 that night they stopped studying and made their way to Dumbledore's office. Saying the password, Sherbet Drops they went in. In his office there were a few members and they all looked nervous not sure why Dumbledore had called this meeting. They sat down and Ron tried to get out of Harry what this meeting was about.

When everyone was present Dumbledore stood up and told everyone of Harry's dream. "We need a plan, three months is not a lot of time. Voldemort will bring everything he's got and with the school here this is huge."

"You have the Aurors," Mr. Weasley called to him from his seat a few rows back.

"Thank you Arthur," Dumbledore nodded.

"The 7th years are almost ready," Sirius stood up, "I will have them completely ready by the attack."

"Ah good but I think only 7th years," Dumbledore thought, "and only those who wish to."

"That brings the total up to just about 600," Remus Lupin called.

Harry stood up, "And us."

"No Harry," Dumbledore told him firmly.

"Sir, Voldemort is getting everyone and everything into this. You need as many people who are willing to fight. We are able fighters."

"I will not put three 5th years at this risk, you have no idea what you are saying," Dumbledore argued.

"Then I will find my way into the fight," Harry promised him. "Even if I sneak out of the castle and put on a black mask and fight that way or fight with the help of certain objects, I will be there."

"And so will we," Hermione said and she and Ron stood up.

Dumbledore looked at the three of them. He then looked at Harry, "Harry we need you, Voldemort will be there and you are not ready," he said, "You are not ready to kill Voldemort."

"I don't mean to kill him," Harry shot back, "but he has to learn that I am not afraid him. Someone has to stand in his way and who will if I don't? Will you? Will anyone of you? He will kill any of you without thinking about it. He will want to play with me before he kills me. So I will play back."

Mundungus Fletcher stood up, "He's willing to fight, seems like you have to let him. He's a Potter and he's acting like his grandfather, which is a very good sign."

Dumbledore sighed, "Why can't you be like Lily?"

"Sir, I have been training a lot, during the Christmas holidays I learned so much. I am willing to do more, much more so that you know I am very serious about this and you will accept that I am ready."

"Fine," Dumbledore gave in, "During the Easter holidays you will train, and I will have two of my toughest helping to train you, they will not be easy on you and I expect all of your holiday work to be completed."

"You have my word," Harry said seriously and he sat back down.

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It was a relief to get out of the caste the next day. It was Saturday and they had a Hogsmeade trip. Even with the exams a few months away they had been working and studying every minute they had free. Harry was still running each morning and getting in better shape. He usually ran around the lake for an hour before he started to breathe hard. He looked much different than the under weight boy he had been when he arrived at school something all the girls had been noticing. Ron had gone off with Lavender again and, they had been seeing each other regularly and once more left Harry and Hermione alone. They didn't mind, they spent a lot of time in the Three Broomsticks talking about different subjects trying to ignore Lavender's squeals of delight and she and Ron flirted near them.

"Harry," she said after a few minutes of silence, "What are you thinking of doing once we graduate?"

Harry shook his head and drank some more butterbeer, "I don't know if I have a choice. I guess I won't be doing much until Voldemort is dead."

"It seems just yesterday we were boarding the train as 1st years or working on finding out what Fluffy was guarding," she laughed.

"Yeah," Harry agreed, "and now we are half way through Hogwarts. Time really flies."

They left Three Broomsticks shortly after that and though a little breezy they took a walk up to the Shrieking Shack. Harry spotted a few flowers started to come up in the grass and he picked up one and blushing so much that his face equaled Ron's hair he gave it to Hermione who smiled and accepted it. They didn't talk much on their walk and Harry was glad of this because he didn't think he would have been able to put two words, his mouth seemed very dry and his stomach was all in knots. After their walk they headed back up to the castle for dinner but before they reached Hogsmeade again Harry put his arm around Hermione's shoulders and she smiled at him. It was one very good day, Harry decided as they reached the town. He looked at Hermione who had had come closer to him, a very good day.

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Easter was coming. Hermione had owled her parents and they told her she could go to Harry's house much to the delight of Harry and Ron. Ron had wanted to invite Lavender but Hermione reminded him that they were there to work and not spend the entire time flirting. Slytherin had crushed Ravenclaw in the final game before the Quidditch Final so once more it was Slytherin against Gryffindor for the Cup. Harry didn't have to worry about this yet; the match was to take place the Saturday after the Easter holidays.

After dinner on the night before holidays were to start Harry, Ron and Hermione stood in Dumbledore's office all packed. He gave them a Portkey and some final words, "Be careful! I have put a password on the main door of the house, which only Remus, Sirius, a friend of Sirius's, James and I know. Harry, Sirius will be at the Mansion tomorrow at 8am so be ready to work. He will push you very hard."

They nodded and all touched the Portkey, Harry felt the familiar pull and they were gone. They appeared in the front hall of the Mansion. House elves came and took their stuff, they grabbed their books and headed to the library to start on their work, unsure if all this work could be completed by their 7th year and not in a week. Rosy came in and greeted them and though they had just eaten she brought them sandwiches which Ron took happily. Hermione pretended not to notice as Rosy and Harry talked for a few minutes about ordinary things and what was happening around the house. She had dropped S.P.E.W but she wasn't over what she thought was the injustice of house elves.

They worked until late that night; Harry was so tired he could barely keep his eyes opened. He finally gave up, called Rosy and went up to bed with her behind him. Making sure everything was there he gave her one final instruction, "I need to be up by 7:15am. Please make sure I am awake, do anything you need to get me up." He then got into bed and as soon as he touched his pillow he was asleep.

He felt someone tugging and jabbing at him, he tried to turn over but something was on his bed. He tried to move it, it was too early, he needed sleep but it wouldn't move.

"Its 7:15am Mr. Potter," Rosy stood on his bed.

"Its too early!" He protested.

Rosy wouldn't let him sleep any longer; he ordered cold water to be brought and when Harry heard this he at once got up. He quickly showered, dressed and went to have breakfast. He was reading the Daily Prophet when Sirius came in exactly at 8:00am.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Lets go!" Harry said and they went down to the training room.

"I want to see what you can do," Sirius told him and they went over to where the swords were kept and Sirius took out two. Giving one to Harry they bowed and Sirius attacked right away. Harry blocked it but barely and their swords hit once and then again. Harry attacked but Sirius had no problem blocking it. Their swords clashed together again and then once more. Harry caught Sirius off balance and he got him in the arm. The fight kept going, Sirius wasn't being easy with Harry but he could tell Sirius had not done this for a long time, probably since before Azkaban. After a few more minutes Sirius put up a hand and down his sword to call the fight off.

He started to laugh, "Good job Harry. You have learned a great deal on your own. But there is a lot that you don't know."

He spent the next hour showing Harry tricks and different moves. They fought a few more times and Harry who found he had a knack for sword fighting caught on quickly and a few times made Sirius panic and have to go on the defense. Finally Sirius put down his sword, "That's good Harry. I think its time to move onto something else. Knife throwing."

They crossed the room and stopped in front of a wooden statue of the man. There was a case of knives not far from it. Sirius picked one up and threw it casually. It hit the center of the figure's head.

"Ready?" he asked handing Harry a knife.

"Wait one second," Harry told Sirius. "Why swords? Shouldn't I be working on dueling with wands?"

"Aurors learn how to sword fight and do all this stuff because what happens if you get disarmed? You can't pick up a rock and transfigure it into a wand, but you can transfigure it into a sword and that's where you have the advantage. Most Aurors keep daggers up their sleeves and in their boots just incase."

"Right," Harry said and he nodded his head.

Sirius then had Harry try it but he didn't get anywhere near the figure. Sirius showed Harry how to properly hold it, how to throw it and how to aim. They spend two hours doing this until they were interrupted by a voice, "Black are you ever going to let me get a crack at the boy?"

Sirius turned around, "Ah Alastor. Come here and see what Harry can do." Moody limped over and Harry prepared to show him. "He's just like James."

With Moody watching Harry threw a knife hitting the shoulder of the figure. He whipped out a knife from up his sleeve and in one motion the knife was in the figure's head and another knife from Harry's back pocket was in the thigh of the figure.

"I told you I could teach him a thing or two!" Sirius said happily to Moody.

"How's the sword fighting?"

"He's a natural!" Sirius put a hand on Harry's shoulder proudly.

"Good," said Moody, "Why don't you go and give Granger and Weasley a lesson in dueling and leave me to deal with Potter."

"What are Ron and Hermione learning?" Harry asked.

"Things you already know," Moody told him, "Dueling." Sirius left and Moody faced him, "Now Potter, I'm going to teach you some tricks to dueling. Different ways of doing it, some blocking techniques and things you need to know."

For the next three hours Moody had Harry flipping, diving, and blocking curses as he fired them at him. He also yelled "Constant Vilegance!" every time Harry got stunned or fell in the attempt. Moody stunned him 10 times before he was able to do a flip properly.

"Good, good see Potter," Moody laughed, "I could show you how to flip and let you practice it but I find that people figure it out a lot quicker when having curses fired at them."

Harry lay on the floor out of breath; he had no idea it was going to be this hard. Moody was mad, he was sure of it but then he was Dumbledore's friend so what did he expect?

Moody then pulled out a list of curses out of his pocket and gave it to Harry, he told him to go to the library and research all of them. He had an hour to find out the spell, how to do it and methods behind doing them. Harry bolted for the library wondering how he could all this in an hour.

He was alone in the library, Ron and Hermione had left with Sirius and he worked. Rosy brought him a drink and some sandwiches knowing he had missed lunch. He ate gladly without stopping work. He wrote it all down and even added a few more curses to the list. Harry smiled to himself as he worked; he was in a library and actually enjoying himself. He sighed and shook his head wondering what Hermione would think of it.

This was the schedule for the week but Harry didn't mind. He was learning so much, so many things he would never have found on in Defense Against the Dark Arts. He even found a book written by his ancestor that had curses and useful spells that were invented by the Potters. To Harry's delight the book was never published so no one knew about the curses. Harry kept this book a secret and made a note to himself to bring this book back to school.

It was a long and tiring week, the trio looked like they were about to collapse. Late Saturday after their last lessons with Sirius and Moody they were able to finish all their work, Ron and Harry ended it with an essay for Trelwary about how seeing the future could be a burden. On Sunday they did not have to return to Hogwarts until before dinner so they rested and slept in that day. Harry and Ron took their broomsticks out and flew around for a while before leaving. Harry made another visit to the graveyard and then returned back to the house to get ready to go.

Right before dinner they all touched the Portkey to go back to school, and they appeared in Dumbledore's office. He seemed to be waiting for them because he was sitting in his chair petting Fawks.

"Ah here you are, right on time," his eyes twinkled and he looked at them. "How was your week?"

"It was good Professor," Harry told him, "we all learned a lot."

"I know all about it, I have spoken to Sirius and he says you are ready. Now you know as well as I do Sirius does not want you in this battle but he told me it would be like holding back James and we couldn't do that. I will allow you to fight."

Harry smiled, "Thank you sir."

"And I hear you two did well," Dumbledore smiled at Hermione and Ron.

"Yes sir," Hermione smiled, "Sirius is a great teacher. And of course the library was wonderful, so many books."

"Well there is another library for you to read Ms. Granger," Dumbledore joked. Harry and Ron grinned at her who smiled weakly. "Well I think I will let you get settled in now, its almost time for dinner."

"Good bye Professor!" they called as they walked out.

They went up to Gryffindor Tower and dumped their stuff in their dorms. Ron went back down to the common room and called to Harry, "You coming?"

"In a second," Harry told him and he stood in front of the window. He was going to fight; he was going to face Voldemort. He wasn't going to kill him yet but he'd make him pay for even thinking of using his blood to restore him to his body. Harry nodded; he couldn't wait for the fight. He would show Voldemort, he would show everyone he was more than just the boy who lived.