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Summary: Harry has had enough of letting his life being controlled. He's braking loose and taking his life into his own hands.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. If I did I would be doing better things than this.

The Third Chapter: The Training Begins

It began with a regular day at Hogwarts; kids playing, teachers running around to punish the Weasley twins. Harry smelled the sweet smell of the flowers and the aura of magic floating around the great castle. Just as Harry was about to run off to his next class, the doors blew open and Voldemort and his Death Eaters barged in killing anyone in their path. Harry tries to help by reaching for his wand but finds that it isn't there. He looks around thinking that he may have dropped it but sees that bars are surrounding him! He bangs against the bars screaming at his friends for help, but they just keep on running almost as if he wasn't there. He watches in horror and anguish as each of his friends and classmates are murdered. His best friend Ronald Weasley dies protecting Hermione from the unblockable Killing Curse, and the next second Hermione looking at her best friend uses the Killing Curse on herself.
By now Harry was freely crying. He couldn't do anything as he watched the whole scene play before his eyes. After the dust clears, Voldemort approaches Harry.

"See this Potter. See what has happened because you live. This will all happen unless you hand yourself over to me."

Harry, with bloodshot eyes, looks up into the snakelike face of his parents' murderer.

"No."

"What!"

"NO!!!"

And with that last statement Harry rose to his full height and released all of his power on to this man- no this monster.
Voldemort, not being ready for this sudden assault of power, was hurled into the opposing wall. And for the first time since his rebirth, Voldemort felt fear.

"I will never join you Voldemort. Not if you kill everyone I know. Not if you destroy everything I love. I will never join you."

And with that, Harry focused all of his remaining energy into ridding himself of this vision and regaining consciousness.
Harry wakes up panting and sweating like he was after his jog yesterday, except he enjoyed the latter better. Harry walks around and stares out of his window to make sure that he wasn't just in another vision. When he decides that he is not and that it is safe to move, he thinks about the vision he just had. Harry was still shivering from the dream.

'I have to learn Occlumency or I will keep letting Voldemort into my mind. Maybe that's why Dumbledore isn't sending any letters. I have to learn Occlumency!'

Frustrated, Harry decided it was a good time to go for his jog. Harry got dressed into a sweatshirt and some black sweatpants and snuck downstairs into the kitchen so not to wake his family. Harry made himself a quick breakfast, eggs and juice, and began his jog. It was easier for him to run this time around than yesterday.

'Probably because of yesterday's jog,' he said to himself.

As he was running by Magnolia Crescent, he remembered his deal with Mark's dad.

'I have to get stronger both physically and mentally if I am to defeat Voldemort. He will never suspect his enemy to physically attack him. Always keep your enemy off his guard.'

He ran three miles by the time he returned to #4 Privet Drive, and he saw that his Uncle was waiting for him at the foot of the entrance. Harry not knowing exactly what he did wrong cautiously began to walk up to his uncle.

"Bo- Harry."

Harry's full attention was put on Mr. Dursley at that moment for his uncle had never called him by his first name before. It was boy, freak, or the occasional grunt that he was called by in his uncle's house.

"I've been thinking about our little "chat" last night, and I've been thinking it over a great deal few the past few hours. I know that I was never nice to you at any time during your life. And... And I think that it may be time for me to start."

Harry mouth gaping was staring at his uncle like he had two heads. Then for only the second time that summer, he smiled.

"Thank you Uncle Vernon. That was all that I asked of you. Perhaps I should be a little bit nicer to you sometimes also."

It was his uncle's turn to start gaping now. Then like Harry, he smiled. "Welcome to the family Harry."

"It's good to be part of it uncle."

And then for the first time in the world Harry and Uncle Vernon understood and respected each other.
Uncle Vernon gave a little cough and said,

"Well it's time I get to work. See you soon Harry."

"See you soon uncle."

As his uncle drove away Harry thought that if he and his uncle could get along, maybe there was some hope for this world.

'Nah.'

Harry walked inside the house he now considered his home.

A few hours later. 11:30.

"Well I had better get ready for my lesson."

Harry got dressed into some new clothes and set off for the Evans' house, running at the pace he was this morning.

He once again approached the welcoming house of the Evans'.

'I hope this goes well.'

He knocked on the door and heard several things happen at once. There was a yell of "Who is it?" and the noise of steps running towards the door.

"It's Harry Potter. I have come to take martial arts lessons from Mr. Evans."

The door opened and he was once again tackled by Mark.

"It's nice to see you again Mark."

"HeyHarryguesswhatimgonnawatchyouandmydadworktodayisntthatgonnabefunandthenw ecan- "

"Hold up son. The guy needs to breath."

Mark got off Harry still jumping with excitement to let Harry up. Mr. Evans was once again standing behind Mark with a smile planted on his face.

"Hello Mr. Evans."

"Hello Harry. How about we get started in the back?"

Harry and Mr. Evans walked to the back of the house where there was a sort of outdoor gym set up.

"Ok. The most important thing to begin with in martial arts is to be able to clear your mind. You always want to keep your opponent guessing and not know where your next move is going to be."

Harry thought this sounded a great deal like Occlumency and wondered if it was the same thing.

"Let's start by sitting down in whatever way is most comfortable for you. Go on."

Harry sat down in an Indian style position getting ready to try whatever this man told him.

"Ok, with that done let's start. You first need to be in a calm state of mind. See if you can do that."

Harry tried but kept on getting sidetracked with random thoughts popping in his head.

"I can't do it. Whenever I think I am calm something pops in my head and distracts me."

Harry looked at the ground disappointedly thinking that he may never learn to his full potential just because of this. But Mr. Evans just waved a hand and said,

"Not a problem. Many people have trouble doing it a first time."

But Harry thought to himself, 'But this isn't my first time.'

"Ok let's try this. Close your eyes and just listen to the sounds of nature."

"Ooookkkkk."

"Trust me. It'll work."

Harry, having nothing to lose, closed his eyes and listened. At first Harry thought it wasn't working, but then he started to hear "nature." The birds chirping overhead, the wind whispering into his ear with a gentle touch, the grass full and lively beneath his feet, for one of the first times in his life, Harry felt like he belonged to this world.

"Very good Harry." Harry forgetting that he was still in a lesson jumped in surprise.

"See Harry. You can do it. All you need to do is feel like you are part of this world. Remember that."

'To feel like I'm a part of this world.'

"Ok next let's try to get into that state of mind without having to wait five minutes."

Harry remembering what Mr. Evans said calmed his mind.

'Feel like you belong.'

"Excellent Harry. You're quite a fast learner. Now to the next lesson. Let's see your fighting stance."

Harry watching Dudley practice in the backyard got into a type of boxing stance.

"Ok. Unless you're about 250 lbs. that stance is not going to be any good. Your stance has to be right for your body's height and weight. How about you try this."

Harry watched as Mr. Evans got into a fighting stance and copied him.

"Good. That stance is for fast and quick fighters with good reflexes."

'Wow,' thought Harry, 'this guy can really analyze you. I Hope that I'll be able to do that. It'll be a big advantage in battle.'

"Let's have a little practice round to see where your strengths and weaknesses are."

And without further warning Mr. Evans jumped at Harry with amazing speed. Harry praising his seeker reflexes dodged the assault. But just as he was about to turn around, he felt a sharp pain in his back.

"Aghh"

Harry stumbled forward and without even a seconds pause felt another sharp pain in his right shoulder.

'Damn this guy is fast for a forty year old.'

Harry swiped his arm behind him trying to make contact with Mr. Evans, but Mr. Evans ducked and gave Harry a swift uppercut that knocked Harry back several feet.

"Owwwwww."

"Not bad kid, not bad at all. You have a weak left side and your footwork is all wrong. You're not as bad as the usual batch though. You took a few hard blows before you went down. Usually kids start to cry after I touch them once. Oh and your last weakness is your strength."

"My strength?"

"Yeah. You're as thin as a toothpick. You've got to start working out. Thankfully I have got all of the equipment you need right here in my back yard. Let's see you work on those for the next two hours so we can find out how strong you really are."

Harry to his dismay found that he was a wimp. Mr. Evans even admitted that Mark could come close to his strength.

"Not to worry. We got a few months to put some meat on your bones. Wow. It's already six. You had better start going home, and remember to practice clearing your mind tonight."

"Thank you for the lesson sir."

"Call me John, Harry."

"Well thank you, John. Same time tomorrow."

"Yeah same time tomorrow Harry."

Harry jumps the backyard fence and begins jogging once more.

When he reaches the Dursley's house, he sees some cloaked figures around the house. Harry creeps up behind them and tries to listen in on what they are saying.

"So Harry knows nothing of what's going on right now."

"Nothing at all. Dumbledore thinks it best if we leave him alone for a while to recover from... the incident,"

"But Dumbledore should tell Harry. Remember what happened last year."

Harry recognized this voice as Tonks the Auror's, but keeps silent to see what else they might say.

"Harry should at least know what his friends are up to. I mean their going to get training to protect him and he isn't going to get any. And not only that, but Hermione and Ron started secretly dating. How do you think that Harry would react to this information?"

"Like I said before, Dumbledore thinks it best to keep Harry in the dark this time." "Well I think Dumbledore may be off his rocker about this decision."

And with that, Tonks apparated away.

"Well it's a good time to go. Let's all head back to Headquarters."

Harry stuck his head out just in time to see six figures suddenly disappear.

"We'll see about this."

Harry walked back to his home thinking about all of the new information he had just heard.