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Author's Note: Thanks to all who voted Sirius's Sons are….

Ares Remus Black

And

Leo Romulus Black

I loved the other ideas and unfortunately I've got G-Mail so it's impossible to keep organized.

To: mad sloth - I'm thinking of Harry getting angry and completely out of character … provoked by Ron maybe… and then blowing his cover to smithereens. Although him being captured while under a morph might be a good idea too.

Clue to everyone - the neighborhood dog will know soon (I know, it's obvious!)

NEXT CHAPTER

Pippi and Golden Eye stood on the Astronomy Tower. Ever since Harry Gryffin had come to Hogwarts, their private training was deluding to the point that they were trying to come up with a schedule for Gryffin's actions. For instance, they couldn't make the poly-kilometer run around Hogwarts's grounds while he was outside, not even once although they usually did at least two. Too many questions.

Harry smirked as he saw Hannah and Anthony. The two needed to realize that although it didn't look like it, his training was even more rigorous than their training was. Vaguely, he wondered who their mentors were. In the previous dimension their mentors were Bluebell and Drakon. They also hadn't even known that he was a member of the Elite until a year earlier (for him), shortly before his seventeenth birthday.

The Elite had been ordered to organize a training session for all of their students, putting them together based on language and country of origin. Five were from Great Britain, three of which attended Hogwarts. He had been the senior member and as such had taken command under a careful use of his metamorphagi abilities and hadn't revealed his identity to them until the exercise was complete.

He figured that he could always spook them into finding out. A Marauder's specialty that had driven his mentors mad as he was expected to keep his head down. It had been futile, of course, as Harry was the son of James Potter and therefore a Marauder and got into detention way too much.

He still smiled as he remembered the gobsmacked look on Raiden's face the first time he read through his transcript, the first words out of his mouth had been: How in Merlin's name did you get so many detentions!

He and Loki had laughed about that a year later after Harry had really tried to keep his head down and was still suspected of being the Heir of Slytherin (partially true as he just found out) and the whole Chamber of Secrets fiasco.

He glanced up to the tower where he knew they were as he completed his last lap before he went inside. He went to Gryffindor tower and got ready for the day, meeting Hermione down in the common room.

"Mione!" he said as he shouldered his book bag and all but ran down the stairs from his dorm.

"Hey Harry, enjoy your run?" she asked.

Harry smiled, "Yeah, I saw a couple of people who looked at me a bit odd. I was trying to place them but I don't know where I've seen them before."

"Were they wearing House colors?" she asked as she looked at him curiously. If there was one thing that Hermione Granger liked, it was a mystery.

"No, just sweats like I was." he said. He figured that if he was the new student then he could play the whole I-don't-know-squat card until his second or third month here. He changed his hair to black, scarlet and gold and changed his eyes to a dark brown with gold streaks.

"I still say that takes some getting used to." she said as she saw the change as the two of them left the common room and went through the portrait hole.

"You like me! Admit it!" he teased as they went through the passageway that he had used his first day here. He told her that he was a beast speaker (not that far off from the actual truth) and that he had to speak parseltongue in order to get through the passageway. At first, she had been a little unnerved about it but she eventually got used to the idea of it. Plus, she was trying to learn how to copy the password so she could do it on her own. He actually didn't mind as he had been the one to suggest that he teach her as it saved valuable time.

"Never!" she teased right back before they went through the passageway, exchanging the occasional barb as they walked down to the Great Hall.

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Raiden looked curiously as the two Gryffindors stepped into the Great Hall. Every morning, they were among the first of their house to get into the Great Hall. They both got out a book and read while they were eating.

They were peculiar, to say the least.

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Harry read through the book as he waited for the mail to be delivered and he didn't have to wait long.

"Bit early for mail, isn't it?" Hermione commented as the owl landed in front of him and stole a couple pieces of bacon from his plate as he took the letter.

Harry nodded, not really answering her question as he opened the letter.

Gryffin,

I am a stranger traveling from the west, it is I whom you seek.

Falcon

P.S.

Use a different owl next time. Didn't your mentor tell you not to use a school owl?

Harry smiled as he read the message, properly chastised. He hid the letter on his person and looked around the room. He saw Anthony and Hannah enter and stood and walked over to them. "Hello."

"Hello." Anthony said.

"I couldn't help but notice your attempt to hide from me this morning. I was hoping that instead of waiting for me, you might want to join me on my run. I don't want to mess with your schedules."

Hannah smiled not knowing that her cover was blown with her admission as well as what she said next - not that Harry would be telling her about that any time soon. "We'd love to. How many laps?"

"I'm on three right now. I hope to get to five soon." he said easily and enjoyed when Hannah and Anthony tried to cover up their shock of the number of laps he did around the school.

"Five am alright with you?" Anthony asked, almost hoping that the new Gryffindor would refuse. He already got up at 5:30, but as a Ravenclaw he almost never got to sleep before midnight. If he were to do this it would mean meditating every other night in order to keep up with his schedule.

"Yeah, fine. Sure you'll be awake?" Gryffin asked and almost saw him cringing. Mentally he was on the floor laughing his head off. He knew Drakon didn't know (or rather the Drakon he knew) how to make one hour of meditation equal to eight hours of sleep. He was pretty sure he was around a 1:2 ratio. One hour of meditation for every two hours of required sleep. He didn't know Hannah's schedule as Bluebell was almost as secretive of her student's training as Raiden and Loki was of his own.

"You set the pace, we'll keep it." Anthony said and the two of them shook on it while Hannah rolled her eyes as though to say "Boys!"

Harry nodded and went back to his table.

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Loki put him through the grinder on Saturday night as he informed him of Falcon. Loki hadn't responded to the fact that there were two Journeymen-Elites at Hogwarts, although he had commended him on the fact that he had befriended them. It would make the surprise sting less when the two found out with the rest of their ranks. Although Loki knew that as soon as Raiden knew, he would probably "regain" his position as Gryffin's mentor. After which, he would probably be put through what he had nicknamed "The Meat Processor" as it involved 24 hours of no sleep (thanks to a time-turner), countless and countless exercises. It was Loki putting him through the grinder - on steroids.

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Over the next few weeks Harry re-acclimated himself with the Hogwarts he once knew. Ron was a prick here. Somehow, being the "big brother" of the BWL had humbled him. Either that, or he'd learned how to be humble when their best friend beat them both at school. Although, Harry had gotten better at school in order to meet the requirements set by the ICW.

In his world, Ron had learned that Harry had balanced schoolwork and Quidditch by doing his homework in History of Magic rather than falling asleep. He'd also joined a study group with some Ravens and Badgers as it seemed that it was almost impossible for them to stay awake during History as well.

He and Luna developed a friendship that he'd previously kept unexplored. It turned out that Luna was a brilliant witch. She wanted to be a healer when she grew older. Something that would be in desperate demand if the war escalated as quickly as it had in his home dimension.

As for Quidditch, well, that wasn't even an option for Harry NOT to do. He loved flying. So when tryouts came around (the Potter twins were trying out as reserve beaters) he'd blown the competition out of the water. He knew he'd get grief from Loki (and maybe later Raiden) but he wasn't going to deny himself the one thing that kept him sane during the war.

Hermione had positively squealed when she found out about the Halloween ball. She'd even volunteered herself and by process, Harry, to do the decorations. Too bad she didn't realize that when the committee had asked for scary, Harry knew he could do it. She didn't even see the feral smile on his face as he wondered how many DE brats would wet themselves when they saw what he was going to do to the Great Hall. He did, after all, just get finished with fighting a war.

Life was good. Ron was a prick, Luna a friend, GoldenEye was… well himself. Raiden was nonexistent…. But overall, life was good.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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QUESTIONS/ IDEA-

Lukas Thanatos Potter is the younger brother of James Potter. He's a Slytherin and thanks to a potion gone wrong he is now a fifth year in Harry's 2nd year. Any interest? Or does that sound too boring?

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