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Chapter Five
Friendly Confrontation and Rude Awakening
By Patilaputra Jeanne

Harry vaguely wondered whether anyone had told Fred and George that he really was Harry and not the Order member they had suspected. He also wondered about what Ron could be thinking about what he had said. He had forgotten that he had not told anyone that he knew what was in the prophecy until Ron looked as confused as a chicken with its head chopped off. Harry felt bad about no having told his best friend, but not sorry at all how short he was with the Order, as Fred and George were part of now. As far as Harry was concerned, the Order did this to him and, though he appreciated Lupin for becoming his guardian, he hated the entire Order right now. They had all known, and no one had told him, no one had thought he needed to know...

"Harry can I come in?" Lupin asked through the scummy door. Harry yelled an 'ok' back at him and continued to pace back and forth trying to get his temper under control. Lupin entered the room and patiently waited for Harry to stop pacing, with out much luck. "Harry, we need to talk about this."

"About what exactly?" Harry replied nervously, looking at Remus now. Harry had expected a telling off for his behavior from either Mrs. Weasley or Moody from the indignant glares they gave Harry when he stomped out of the room. Having Moony come in here and calmly say that they needed to talk about it, talk of all things, blew his mind.

"Well for one, about your terrible behavior, but I also need to explain something to you first." He sat down on Ron's bed and motioned for Harry to sit opposite of him. The way he was calmly laying this out as if they were back in the old defense classroom at Hogwarts going over a lesson calmed Harry down that no one except for Sirius could have done. "You remember me telling you that Lily and James got together after James had deflated his big head right?"

"Yeah, you and Sirius told me about that," Harry stated. Lupin looked at him sharply trying to decide what to think of him. He had lost his godfather only a little more than a month ago, the only father figure he had, and now he said his name without the slightest hint of sadness or hesitation. This was supposedly the reason why they weren't supposed to talk about the prophecy to him.

"You are a lot stronger than what people give you credit for Harry," he stated clearly amazed that Harry had come to grips with the fact when so many people thought it unlikely for quite some time, 'perhaps by Christmas,' they had said. "Anyway, in your letter, James mentioned that I am supposed to train you in a certain tradition. That tradition, I think anyway, deflated his big head."

Harry thought about this for a moment and then looked back to Lupin and asked how, as it was obvious that it was what he was looking for. He thought it made perfect sense.

"By an ancient art of hand to had combat and wandless magic. The original name of this art has been lost, but the masters are commonly called combat mages." Remus explained. "The art requires chivalry and dedication that you are required to meet."

"By who?" Harry interjected rather rudely. No one was going to MAKE him do this, especially if no one KNEW about it.

"Me," Remus said firmly. Harry let out a small 'oh' and tried not to look guilty. Remus rolled his eyes and continued. "On a lighter note, I don't think it will be anything that you won't be able to handle or are not capable of doing. I must also say that I am proud of you for handling all of this. I can't and won't say you went about it in the right way, but you show a great amount of courage handling better than most, certainly me, at your age."

Harry smiled a thank you. Lupin stood up and patted Harry on the shoulder in a fatherly fashion before leaving Harry to decipher the explanations he had been given. Only later would he realize that Remus had not said anything else about his behavior but that it had been terrible. There was a hush that went through the entire house when Lupin left the room as if the impending storm had vanished. All was well in the dreary house, for now at least.

The rest of the night went by fairly uneventful, as Harry apologized to everyone and Mr. Weasley arrived later than he had expected. After the initial shock, Fred and George were quite interested in Harry's new look. Unfortunately, this gave them an idea for a new sweet/prank. Hair changing suckers; your hair changes color with each layer. Ginny and Ron helped in the kitchen, so Harry didn't get to talk to them much. Harry did ask Lupin, politely this time, why he couldn't be in the order. "It is required that you graduate and are of age before you join. Even then, information is on a need to know basis and you wouldn't get many assignments anyway just because of, well, it's you." Remus explained. Harry was a little upset, but he had expected it after all.

When Harry and Ron went to bed that night was clear that Ron was upset at him for not telling him about the prophecy. He even confronted Harry and asked why.

"I was really confused about it at school, and I couldn't write about it obviously," Harry explained pleadingly. "Can we just talk about this tomorrow?" he asked rubbing his temples. He didn't know how much more of this ferreting he could take, but Ron agreed and they both fell asleep not long after that.

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"Wake-up Harry!" harry sat straight up and nearly fell out of bed at the sudden noise. When the lights turned on, both he and Ron grumbled and threw whatever blankets they could reach over their heads.

"Sorry Ron, I forgot you were in here," the voice said. "Harry, you need to get up. Now, or I'll have Mad-eye up here to get you up." Harry cautiously peeked over the top of his blankets seeing who it was and whether or not it was worth staying in bed. It was Moony's smiling face that greeted him. Harry couldn't help but notice the strange attire he wore. He was wearing black pants that were baggy enough for quick, flexible movements, along with black boot, and odd looking tight black tee-shirt, under a royal blue over robe. Harry decided to ask about that later.

"What time is it?" he asked groggily. Remus didn't even look tired, and that was saying something as being a werewolf often did that.

"5 o'clock sharp," Remus answered cheerfully. Harry grimaced and turned over in his cozy bed once more, not willing to get up at all. Lupin laughed heartily at this and Harry felt something soft land at the bottom of his bed. "If you're not down stairs in 10 minutes, I AM going to send Moody up after you."

Harry heard the door close and grumbling from the other side of the room where Ron lay. "Harry! Hurry up and turn off the light!"

Very grudgingly, Harry crawled out of the constricting blankets that had surrounded him when he twisted to avoid the light. The floor was cold as he crossed the room and turned off the overhead light while turning on his very dim bedside table lamp so as to see what he was doing. Ron mumbled a 'thanks' and was back to dreamland a few moments later.

Harry made to go over to his trunk but stopped when he saw what had landed at the foot of his bed. There was a pile of clothes, neatly folded, with a small book on top that could have been mistaken for a diary had it not been so thick. They clothes, however, mirrored the ones Remus had been wearing so he assumed he was supposed to put them on.

He quickly go dressed, or as quickly as anyone could at 5:00 in the morning. The little book he shoved into the pocket of his over robe. He hadn't opened it but it seemed of some importance, so he took it along. He ambled down the stairs trying to rub the tiredness out of his eyes. When he reached the bottom, Moody was coming across the hall to get Harry up.

"Good decision, Potter," he said in his usually growling voice. "Just trying to figure out how to get you up so that you'll remember it and I won't have to do it again." Harry made a mental note to always do what he was told to do when they threaten him with Alastor Moody.

They entered the kitchen and sat down at the table that was only occupied with Remus and Mrs. Weasley. The table was laid out for a small breakfast of toast, jelly and orange juice. Harry helped himself to the frugal breakfast, though he didn't have an appetite. None of the adults seemed to notice Harry was their as they chatted enjoyably together, they also didn't seem to notice how early it was and that they should all still be in bed.

"Why do we have to be up so early?" Harry interjected to Remus once he had finished his first piece of toast. He poured himself some orange juice and waited for the reply.

"Well, you don't get started with your initial training until school starts, obviously because you can't do magic here, so we need to get you ready." He took a bite of his toast as he though that would be enough but Harry wanted to know more.

"When?" he asked. "I'm going to have so much to do anyway with N.E.W.T. classes and then Quidditch on top of that." Lupin chuckled good heartedly at Harry and shook his head.

"Why do you think you're getting up this early?" Harry's jaw dropped at this notion. There was no way that he was going to get up at five o'clock every morning for this training on top of classes, homework, Quidditch, and possibly the D.A. again. "We are going to start preparing you for the training today and that includes getting used to the demanding schedule."

While Remus explained all of this, the grimace on Harry's face grew to the point where all three of the adults were laughing at him. Harry couldn't believe this. He was going to have to get up every morning at 5:00? Lupin chuckled at this again and continued.

"During the school year you will get up at 5:00 every morning, excluding Sunday, and train as hard as you can. I was told that there is another student who is to train as well. You will not be together, however, as this is supposed to remain secret from everyone but you and me until you reach the level of master, but even then you are only allowed to tell your closed family and friends according to the code. Unfortunately, this includes Ron and Hermione."

Harry was going to protest, but didn't have the energy to this early in the morning. He accepted this answer and nodded grimly. He had not told Ron and Hermione about the prophecy, although he had promised Ron that they would talk about it, so this shouldn't be too hard. He did actually get to tell them in the end, so he could wait. As long as they didn't get suspicious, it was fine with Harry. It was only the odd looks on Mad-eye's and Mrs. Weasley's face that brought him back to reality.

"What about them?" Harry spat, thinking it totally unreasonable that two of the order should know when Harry couldn't even tell his best friends. "They can know but Ron and Hermione can't?"

Remus rolled his eyes and the strict and moody marauder showed through the surface once again. "I'm not as stupid as you like to think I am Harry," he said in his dangerous voice. "I put a charm over us to make anyone around us think that we are speaking gibberish so that they have no idea what we are saying. It's in the handbook on page 739 I believe; that little book I put on your bed."

"Oh," Harry said guiltily. He actually hadn't thought of that and made perfect sense as he knew that his guardian to be would never do anything rash.

"Well anyway we need to get started."

Please Review. I am truly sorry that I have not been able to update as often as I would like, but I have two little sisters who are always on the computer. I have tried writing it at school, but you have to wait a day after you saved it to upload it, so it hasn't been working out. I also had a band concert and a choir concert to perform in since the last time so I have been unbelievably busy besides. This week is the end of the quarter though so hopefully I'll be able to update soon.