A/N This is the second chapter. Thank you for your encouraging reviews.

Note: Harry will discover only a few abilities. He will stumble upon all of them by accident. He will have minor healing abilities (like bruises, welts or torn skin). He will also be a metamorphmagus. He is a Black after all.

Later in this story he will discover that he is a parselmouth. He will also have basic legilimency and occlumency as abilities.

Chapter 2

31 July 1982

The blood wards around no. 4, Privet Drive, Little Whining, Surrey crashed. However no one noticed anything because their sole regulator, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was currently holidaying on one of the Potter properties.

Petunia woke up in the morning. Today was her nephew's birthday. They were not going to do anything for him, however she decided that despite him hurting her poor Dudley, she would be merciful and give him some food today.

When she came downstairs, to her shock, she saw that the cupboard was empty. It was just strewn with blood and the freak's dirt. She rushed to the kitchen. She noticed that someone had stolen food and water from there. She did not even have any money in her purse. The front door of their house was also open.

She realized that it was Harry who did this. Despite their mercy at taking him in, that ungrateful brat stole from them and ran away. She decided that even if he came back crawling, they would not take him in. Though she was a little afraid of what Dumbledore might do on discovery, she decided that she would say he ran away after trying to kill her precious Dudley.

It was at the crack of dawn that Harry got down from the bus. He was feeling refreshed after the short nap that he had taken in the bus. Due to his small size, no one noticed him in the mayhem and he got off without paying for the ticket.

As he walked through the streets of London, clutching his small bag tightly, Harry pondered upon his options. Soon he found a secluded spot to sit down and think.

As his thoughts strayed back to the prison he had just escaped from, he became sick of his treatment by the Dursleys and was ashamed that he was so weak. He desperately wanted to become strong and never be weak again. He did not want to be at someone else's mercy ever again.

As he thought about it he realized that the only way to achieve this was to become proficient in physical combat. It would also not hurt to be armed all the time. However for all this he needed training. For this training he was lacking two very major things. One was money, though the problem of money could be solved easily by stealing. He had no qualms about stealing because if people were stupid enough to let their money and possessions be stolen, then they deserved it. The other was proper age. He knew that no one in their right mind would train a two year old child in physical combat and how to handle weapons.

He knew that this would be the major obstacle for anything he wanted to do. No one would ever take a two year old seriously.

He wanted so, so, SO desperately to look like an adult.

BANG! He hit his head on the roof of the shelter. Suddenly everything was smaller. Even his blanket barely covered him now. He was shocked. He quickly scrambled up, checked for any onlookers and then ran to the nearest shop with a mirror. Instead of the usual small and underfed two year old kid, he saw an adult in his mid twenties. He had the same messy black hair, lightning bolt scar and green eyes, but now he was taller, all his baby fat had vanished, he had a slim nose and a chiseled jaw. He looked like an adult, in fact a very handsome adult.

This reminded him of how his back had been healed in the bus. At that time too he wanted it to heal badly. Hmm… he thought. Maybe if he wished for something to happen hard enough then that would be possible. He may have some special power to do and change things if he wanted it badly enough. No wonder his relatives called him a freak. However it still didn't excuse their behavior towards him.

He finally decided that he would gauge the length and limit of his powers. Right now he wanted to change his features a little so that no one would recognize him. He looked in the mirror and willed his eyes to turn blue. Then he vanished his scar. He also grew his hair. Now they were shoulder length and easier to manage. By these small changes he retained his personality but also changed himself into someone unrecognizable. Besides, he thought cynically, no one had ever seen him when he was young other than his relatives. So now no one would know what he looked like.

Now he wanted to start a new chapter in his life. He disowned the name Harry Potter and became Olive Pierce. He took a deep breath and said," I am Olive Pierce. I am 21 years old. I am going to start my life with a fresh beginning. I want to forget the past."

Then he picked his bag and started walking.

It was noon when Harry found an interesting poster. It said that the training for recruitment as soldiers had started. It mentioned that men who wanted to become soldiers would have to train under this program for a year. After that year, based on their performance they would be chosen for the army. This training was free but if anyone took this up and got selected, then they had to become a soldier.

Harry thought that this was a golden opportunity. Though he did not want to be a soldier, he wanted this training. Therefore he decided that he would fake his identity for one year and train hard. At the end of the year he could revert back to being Olive Pierce and no one would be the wiser to his location. He would simply vanish.

He grinned maniacally. His ability had a lot of uses. He could easily disguise himself as anyone and since he was not using any prop, there was no danger of being discovered.

Olive Pierce was beyond handsome therefore he decided that his new disguise would be so plain that no one would connect the dots.

He went to a secluded spot and changed his eye colour to plain brown. Then he changed his hair color to plain brown too. Next he increased the size of his nose and put some baby fat on his cheeks. He also altered his voice a little. Finally he added some freckles to his face. Harry was satisfied. Now he was looking very plain and would not draw attention.

John Nash (Harry Potter) was ready for his training. Now he just had to get his fake identity documents.

Soon Harry walked out of a dingy establishment, content with the documents in his hand. He had bribed some thugs to print those fake documents. It had cost him 20 pounds, but now the job was complete.

Harry stepped into a building. He walked towards the reception.

"I am here to get registered for the training." He said.

"Please submit your name and documents in the next room. Thank you"

He walked into the room, did as he was told, and soon he was registered. The receptionist said," Mr. Nash you have to now stay in this hostel for a year. Today was the last date for registration. Your training will begin at 5 o'clock every morning. You have to be in the grounds at 5 o'clock sharp from tomorrow onwards."

Harry thanked her and then went to his allocated room. It was really neat and tidy. It contained 3 rooms. The main bedroom had a big soft bed with a comforter. It also contained a wardrobe for his clothes. He knew that he could not go out of his hostel during that year so he had quickly bought some clothes. They mainly consisted of 2 nightclothes, undergarments, lowers and a few t-shirts. He put them in the wardrobe.

The bedroom had a joint bathroom. The bathroom contained an elegant bathtub with expensive soaps, and a towel hung in the corner. There was also a toilet and a sink. His toothbrush and toothpaste were kept on the sink.

Other than this there was small study room with a desk which he could use sometimes if he wanted to study.

Other than the clothes, Harry had the food and water that he had nicked from the Dursleys. Whatever money was left after buying clothes, he had used it to buy a Phone. He also still had his blanket, though he had disposed off the marble and the glass shard, he still had the wire. The wire had been the main item used by him to escape from the Dursleys therefore he was reluctant to part from it.

Before coming here, Harry had realized that the money from the Dursleys was finished. Despite his belongings he was now penniless. This was not acceptable to him. He had walked through the busy marketplace nonchalantly and pick-pocketed at least 10 people. This way he had got 2000 pounds, which he tucked away safely.

So now he also had 2000 pounds. He knew that he would not need it here for at least one year because he would have a room for sleeping and food to eat. But it never hurt to have some money. He hid it in his wardrobe. Now he had unpacked everything. It was already night. He had been roaming through the city since morning. He was dirty and exhausted.

He went to take a bath. He washed himself thoroughly. Then he dried himself with the towel and slipped on his night clothes. He set an alarm for 4 o'clock on his phone for everyday and kept it at his bedside. As he covered himself in the blanket he spoke "Happy Birthday Harry" to himself and then fell asleep.

That night Harry slept better than he had in months. He woke up at 4 o'clock feeling fresh. He brushed his teeth, took a quick bath and put on the training clothes that had been delivered to his room in the morning.

Then he locked his room and went to the cafeteria. There he took a sandwich and some fruits along with milk. He finished his breakfast quickly. He had kept it light because he knew that he could not eat too much food after starvation for so long. He had to increase his diet slowly. Though he was a starved two year old, he knew that he was fit after doing so many tasks with the Dursleys. He would also build his strength further with a good diet and exercises.

After finishing his food, Harry jogged over to the ground. It was still 15 minutes before 5. There were two other trainees along with him. He did not talk to anyone. He had no time for friendships. He had come here for a task and his sole focus would be on that for the year. Also he knew that since John Nash would disappear in a year's time, there was no use in becoming attached to anyone.

Everyone had come and was assembled by 5 o'clock. There were 50 trainees in total, including him. Soon their instructor came.

He was a muscular man of 6 feet. He had brown hair with wisps of grey. His deep blue eyes pierced into everyone as if he could read their very souls. Though his face was set in a stoic mask, his eyes indicated the amount of suffering he had seen. His body language spoke of a hardened man, a person not to be trifled with.

With a booming voice he spoke," Attention boys. My name is Reynold Hopson. You will call me Coach Hopson. When I tell you to do something, if you hesitate then you will serve punishments with me and believe me when I say that it will not be pleasant. Your training will start every day from 5 in the morning, I will make you do exercises for 2 hours continuously. At 7 you will get a 10 minute break then your training for martial arts will be there for 2 hours. At nine-ten you will get a 20 minute break after which you will be taught how to handle different guns and how to shoot, for one and a half hour. The next hour you will be made to learn the fine art of swordplay, in which you will learn the olden method of sparring. Next you will have lessons for handling different weapons, which will be olden as well as modern. Battle tactics and survival skills will be taught in the evening at 4 o'clock for 2 hours. I hope that I have made myself clear about your schedule. I will not repeat myself. All these classes will be taught by me. No one will be late to any class. Not even on Sunday. After one whole year 20 trainees will be selected out of you. I will accept nothing other than hard work in my classes. I am clear?"

A chorus of 'yes sir' was heard from the crowd.

6 in the evening (1 August 1982)

Harry reflected back on his day while sitting on his chair. He smiled tiredly. Their coach worked them very hard. After the exercises in the ground, Harry had sat down, to drink some juice for hydration during the 10 minute break. After martial arts class everyone was seen supporting some bruises. Unfortunately, Harry could not heal himself because it would look suspicious. They left the training room to take some rest. Their class of handling guns was much better, there was not much exertion. Though during the sparring, everyone got even more bruises. In the weapons class today they had been educated on bombs.

During the afternoon harry had come back to his rooms. Since he loved drawing, after a quick bath, he sketched for two and a half hours to relax. Then he went to the cafeteria again to eat lunch. He had eaten some bacon and rice. Then in their battle tactics class, they had first started with survival skills. They were taught how to cook. Harry excelled in that class because he already knew how to do that.

Now he was sitting in his chair after the long and tiring day. No one had approached him because of his cold exterior and Harry was relieved. Now he decided to study politics of Britain for some time. He knew that he should be aware of everything since he was soon going to step into the outside world after a year. He had taken the book from the small library for reading. He read it for 2 hours. Then at 8 o'clock he switched off the lights and slept.

A/N This is Harry's training schedule-

5-7 exercises

7:10-9:10 martial arts

9:30-11 guns

11-12 sparring

12-1 other weapons

16-18 battle tactics and survival skills

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