Harry Potter and The Grey Alliance

By SkyeDeploro

Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling, along with the Harry Potter series. All info researched was based on PS/SS, CoS, PoA, OotP by J.K Rowling, and The Magical Worlds of Harry Potter: A Treasury of Myths, Legends, and Fascinating Facts by David Colbert. This is fanfiction, get over it.


Chapter Four: Heritage and Meetings

Monday July 22, 1996

Harry had woken up early this morning, still out in the field. A bit groggy, he got up and went inside the villa up to his room and landed face down in the bed, asleep before he hit the pillow.

He rolled out of bed a few hours later with the sun shining in his face, for he had forgotten to close the hangings. He threw on a clean pair of faded jeans and a green t-shirt before leaving his room.

Walking in to the kitchen, Harry went straight to put the kettle on. Done making his tea, he made his way through the glass doors to the patio, attached to the kitchen, and sat down at the table. Looking out at the grounds, he thought about last night.

He was still reeling over the idea of his second form. Form. The description of the draft in that book was right, he would have to go back and look at it more closely. Before he could think more about it, he was distracted by two owls landing to perch on the backs of two of the other chairs at the table.

Standing up to remove their burdens, Harry put his tea down on the glass-topped table.

One of the owls was a light brown barn owl. Quickly, he took the parchment tied to its leg, before the owl flew off.

The second was a large hawk owl. Regal, and proud looking, the owl stood still as Harry removed the letter before it too took off.

Sitting back in his seat, he broke the seal of the first letter and started to read.

Harry,

My trip to Sweden was sadly unsuccessful, however, wherever I went, there was a few phoenixes following, as if they were watching me. Strange, you wouldn't happen to know why? They say phoenixes are supposed to be good luck, for protection.

I will be able to meet you on the scheduled day. Maybe the muggles will know where to find a Crumple-Horned Snorkack? See you then.

Your Friend,

Luna Lovegood

Scion of the House of Lovegood.

Harry read it two more times before putting it down. She wrote it in code. Harry really wasn't surprised. He knew she was smarter than she looked.

The reference to the phoenixes… she was being watched by the order. This may be a little more difficult than what he originally planned. Death eaters were probably watching her too. Oh well, Harry has done the impossible before, this shouldn't be too much trouble.

She also said she would be able to make it tomorrow, without giving away the date, and she gave a clue to knowing the location, when she spoke about if the muggles might know about the Crumple-Horned Snorkack.

Breaking the seal of the second letter, which he assumed would be from Neville, he unrolled the parchment to read.

Harry,

I am going to make this quick, because like you said, we don't know who will intercept this letter. I wanted to thank you as well, because you allowed me to come with you to the ministry. You let me prove myself, even though I still messed up by breaking the prophecy and my father's wand. Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks.

I will meet you on the day you planned.

See you then,

Neville Longbottom

Scion of the House of Longbottom.

If Luna was being watched, then surely Neville was too. Harry would have to find a way to get around that. But first, he had an appointment with the library.

A Few hours later, Harry was still sitting at his desk in his office. He read, and reread anything he had in his library and was written about the Corporeus Draft. After an hour of reading all he could find, he found a small passage that spoke of forms, and animagi forms. The passage spoke of how some people do not have animal forms, but a humanoid form. Those who have non-human blood in their genealogy that is too diluted to show in their normal form, often find that when they take the Corporeus Draft they do not have an animal form, but their other blood related humanoid form.

Harry decided he would perform a genealogy charm when he found out exactly what he was. He guessed the non-human blood must have come from his mother's side, because his father was a stag animagi. He almost wished he could go back to the Dursleys and let them all know they are not as normal as they wished. Well, almost.

Currently he was reading a book titled Beasts of Myth and Legend By Gerald Belua. He had beenidly flipping through it when he came upon a picture that looked really similar to Harry's second form. Next to it was a description.

Iumentum Demon.

The Iumentum Demon was said to be of early Saxon decent. Said to be extinct due to being hunted for the leather/scales from their wings. These beasts of burden are claimed to be very protective of their loved ones, and have a quick and deadly temper, if provoked. Iumentum Demon's usually live long lives and are often claimed to have an eternal beauty, aging slowly after puberty.

They are often called beasts of burden because of their sense of justice, which they often act on.

Last full-blooded Iumentum was said to be last seen around 1127 AD in northern Scotland, and was hunted by the Ministry, because they believed it had murdered a farmer. The evidence was nearly non-existent but the Ministry was corrupt, and killed all that opposed them at the time. The demon was caught unaware and was killed while sleeping in a cave.

Male Iumentum's were the taller of the sexes, roughly 6'3 (1.90m) and was the dominant sex as well. Females were on average 5'8 (1.72m) and although the submissive ones, they are still very aggressive.

Although often fair skinned, these creatures are very versatile in looks, meaning they can have light or dark hair, eyes, and facial features, just as humans can be different.

As seen in the picture to the left, they have large black scaly wings, usually with the wing span equal to their height, eyes that could be any colour (with black in stead of whites of the eyes), with diagonal slit like pupils, elongated canines, and sharp claw like nails.

These demons were often feared due to rumours of them having higher mental capabilities. Such as Natural occlumency, legilimency, telekinesis, and some even went so far as to say they could read or absorb memories with a touch. They are said to have very good eyesight, and smell as well.

Iumentum Demons were supposedly caught to be used as weapons in early wars by the Saxons, before rebelled and gained their freedom. It was too late for the Saxons who tried to tame or domesticate the beasts. Although even with their 'freedom', they still had to hide in caves and unpopulated areas, mostly in the mountains due to poachers after them for their wing scales.

Now Harry remembered what he thought when he first saw his demon form. Ferus, it was Latin for wild animal, beast. He thought it fit. Yes, it would do.

It was an hour later when harry was sitting on the floor of his cleared out living room. He had shrunken the furniture and moved it out of the room before drawing the appropriate runes, according to the text, on the floor preparing to do the genealogy charm. Facing north in the room, he set his mother's old assignment book he had gotten from the Potter vault to his left, before placing his father's head boy badge to his right. He read of the instructions from the old deteriorating charms book he had picked up from his library, before putting it to the side to move to the center of the runes. He crouched to put a piece of parchment in front of him before standing again and closing his eyes.

"Domesticus Potter et Evans, cognomen Potter, genus Harry Potter." He chanted while moving his wand up and down in a vertical line before pointing it at the parchment. Swirling gold, red, and green light moved from the tip of his wand to touch the parchment with a loud crack, throwing Harry across the room causing him to flip through the air and land crouched on his feet.

"Wow," he breathed before remembering the parchment.

Briskly walking to it, he picked it up and started reading. On his both sides of his family tree, it showed sixteen generations. If he wanted more than that, he would have had to do a different charm, which needed a potion to finish.

On his father side he saw a lot of familiar names from the wizarding world.

Next to each name was a coat of arms, species name (human, demon, drow, (species name) mix, etc), birth and death dates.

Next to his fathers name, the coat of arms there was a dragon standing with fire circling it. There were two lions holding swords facing outwards on the sides of the shield.

The shield next to his mother's was quartered with clovers in the top left and bottom right corners, and crossed spears in the top right and bottom left corners.

Next to his own name, his coat of arms was a mix of both his parents' coats. Just like his demon form had on his chest plate. Crossed spears behind the shield, with a dragon crouched, ready to pounce, holding a sword with its tail

As his eyes moved up his maternal family's side, he finally found what he was looking for.

Twelve generations above his mother, was the name Aric Lager, Demon, 947AD- 1126AD.

So he was right, it was his mother's side.

That done with, he decided to use the rest of the day to transform into his demon form, before he had a letter to write to a contact, that promised to help him with his plans for the summer.


Tuesday July 23, 1996

Looking in to the mirror, Harry thought about today's plans. He was to go by Grimmauld Place, to talk to Ron and Hermione, maybe Remus if he was there, before making his way to the Leaky Cauldron to see Neville and Luna.

He had dressed in some slightly baggy, faded jeans, and a black button up dress shirt he had picked up while he was in Paris. After his shower, he tried to comb his hair, but after a while he gave up and let it dry and flip out a little. He didn't need his glasses anymore, after finishing his transformation last night, his sight was better than he could ever remember, it also allowed him to see on the infrared spectrum if he focused on it. Of course, the draw back was that his eyes looked like they were from his demon form, black where they should have been white, with the same green irises, and slits for pupils. He decided to put a glamour charm on them, so people wouldn't get suspicious.

He left his bathroom for his closet to grab a pair of black leather boots, before going down stairs to grab a small breakfast.

After washing out his cereal bowl in the sink, Harry put his house keys in his pocket before checking his wand holster on his right forearm and the knife he had strapped to his left forearm.

He had picked up both holsters and the knife from the Black vault. The knife's handle was black, with a hang grip, and about seven centimeters long and the blade was a dark grey colour, lightly curved, and about 15 centimeters long. He wasn't a pro with it, but he figured he knew what to do with a sharp object if someone attacked him.

He took a rock out of his pocket, which he picked up outside earlier that morning, and pointed his holly wand at it.

"Portus," he whispered as a blue light engulfed the rock.

One of the first things he had studied that summer was apparation and portkeys. He figured that anything that could help him escape a trap or any situation not in his favour would be helpful. He could have apparated, but it would take longer and more stops because of having to stop at the border, but with a portkey it would bring him anywhere he wished on the continent.

With a tug from behind his navel, Harry landed tottering a little, and found himself behind some bushes down the street from Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.

It was still early, around 8 in the morning, and a weekday, so most people were leaving their homes or already gone. Striding down the road, Harry looked casually about, which is what anyone watching would say, while he was actually looking for danger and anyone spying. Seeing no one watching, he stopped in front of number twelve.

Harry sighed as he thought about the piece of paper that Mad-Eye showed him last year to reveal Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.

Numbers eleven and thirteen jumped away as an old creepy house appeared between the two.

Moving to the door, Harry walked straight in.

Not seeing anyone in the hallway, he stepped around the troll leg umbrella stand and made his way to the kitchen. Quietly opening the kitchen door, hoping no one would notice, he stepped into the dank and dark room lit up only by a few candles. Immediately his eyes settled on those sitting at the kitchen table.

Ron and Hermione were sitting at the table with their backs to Harry, quietly arguing over something while Remus sat facing the door looking straight into Harry's eyes speechless.

Harry silently put his fingers to his lips, hoping Remus would understand his silent plea, while sneaking up behind Ron and Hermione.

All the while Remus looked as though he was itching to jump out of his seat.

"Ron, it's for his own good, you know that! Dumbledore said-…" Hermione started before being cut off by Ron.

"I know what he said Hermione, I just don't like it. Harry has had to live with those terrible muggles for all those years. He deserves to get out of that hell. I don't know why Dumbledore didn't just move him here. We're safe here with the fidelius an' all."

"Dumbledore didn't want me here because he feels I am safer with the blood protection at the Dursleys. That, and he likes to know where his precious pawn is at all times." He stated with a sneer thinking of the old man. "However," he continued, "what he fails to realize, is that the particular wards on that house are really only strong if there is love on the adoptive family's part."

Ron and Hermione just gaped at him while Remus tried to hide a little smile.

Jumping out of his seat, the werewolf quickly caught the younger man in a fierce hug.

"You're okay? I mean you look great, I was worried, we didn't know…" Remus started to babble before giving him a strange look.

Harry just gave him a small grin before replying, "I'm great Professor. Just a bit worn out. I have plans for today, but I thought I would come by for a cup of tea and a chat."

Hermione and Ron broke out of their stupor before jumping at him, while Hermione gave him a quick hug, Ron gave him a slap on the back.

"Good to see you mate-…" Ron began.

"Harry James Potter! Where have you been? The entire Order has been looking for you, and here you are, just traipsing around town waiting to be picked off by a deatheater or worse, by V-v-voldemort himself." Hermione shrieked.

"Not now Hermione," Harry sighed.

Looking at them, he noticed them a little worse for wear, but not that bad. Not much had changed since he last saw them in June.

Hermione just huffed, but wisely kept quiet.

"Remus, if you will wait for me in the sitting room, I'll be out there in a minute. I just wanted to talk to Ron and Hermione shortly, before I left."

Remus gave a quick nod before turning to the kitchen door, and leaving quietly.

Hermione gave him a pointed stare before starting, "And where exactly do you think you are going then? You have to stay here, it's not safe anywhere else, besides Hogwarts but you can't stay there, so you're not leaving if I have to stun you myself. Besides Dumbledore would want you to stay her-…"

Harry, at his last nerve, dismissed her before turning to Ron, "You okay mate?"

Looking away from his gaze, Ron responded, "Yeah, just a little banged up still from the Department of Mysteries, but as long as I continue taking the potions St. Mungo's sends, I'm fine. Er, the brains, y'know, they… they kind of messed with my mind a bit-"

"A bit?! Ron you still have nightmares-…" Hermione cut in before seeing the dark look Ron was sending her.

Harry felt guilt run through him at that. If he hadn't brought them there then none of this would have happened…

His troubling thoughts were cut off again when Hermione spoke up.

"None of this would have happened if you had just spoken to Snape or at least another teacher, order member or not. I tried to warn you it might be a trap, but you guys never listen to me…" she said leaving the kitchen in a flurry.

Ron looked over at Harry and just shrugged his shoulders a little. "She has been like that since she got here, especially right after we got our OWL results a couple of days ago. She has barely left the library. She didn't get the highest grades in all the classes, pissed her off, I swear I heard her mumbling that it was impossible. I mean, come on, she got twenty OWLs. She only got highest in class for History of Magic. I'm fine with mine, I mean I wasn't expecting the best grades ever, y'know, but I was still surprised for doing as well as I did. I did get the highest in class for Divination, Mum was ecstatic 'bout it. I was surprised as hell. I can't wait to see Lavender and Parvati's faces when they find out. Dumbledore left your results here too; they are over there on the table. The Ministry seals them so no one can read them except for the student. Trust me, we caught Hermione trying to open yours," he snorted, screwing his voice up a bit, "'Honestly, if he isn't here to open them, we may as well for him!' Nuts I tell you. Oh well, let's see what you got. I'll go get mine while you open them"

Harry just looked at the envelope on the table and his stomach knotting at the thought. Sighing, he walked over and picked them up, may as well get it over with he supposed.

Breaking the crossed wand seal, Harry began to read his results.

Harry J. Potter

Location Unknown

Mr. Potter,

We at the Ministry would like to congratulate you on completing your OWL exams at the end of your fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Attached are your results.

Again, congratulations, and we hope to see similar results for your NEWT exams at the end of your seventh year.

O: Outstanding/Best in Class/Highest Record 4 OWLs and 1 Newt

O: Outstanding/Best in Class 3 OWLs

O: Outstanding 2 OWLs

EE: Exceeds Expectations 2 OWLs

A: Acceptable 1 OWL

P: Poor 0 OWLs

T: Terrible 0 OWLs

OWL Results of Harry James Potter

OWL Level Ancient Runes

Written: N/A

Cumulative Grade: N/A

OWL Level Arithmancy

Written: N/A

Cumulative Grade: N/A

OWL Level Astronomy (Graded on a curve due to disturbance during practical)

Practical: A

Written: EE

Cumulative Grade: EE

OWL Level Care of Magical Creatures

Practical: O

Written: O

Cumulative Grade: O

OWL Level Charms

Practical: O

Written: O

Cumulative Grade: O

OWL Level Defense Against the Dark Arts

Practical: O

Written: O

Cumulative Grade: O (Equivalent to 1 NEWT)

OWL Level Divination

Practical: P

Written: A

Cumulative Grade: P

OWL Level Herbology

Practical: A

Written: EE

Cumulative Grade: A

OWL Level History of Magic

Written: P

Cumulative Grade: P

OWL Level Muggle Studies

Practical: N/A

Written: N/A

Cumulative Grade: N/A

OWL Level Potions

Practical: EE

Written: O

Cumulative Grade: EE

OWL Level Transfiguration

Practical: O

Written: EE

Cumulative Grade: O

Total: 16 OWLs

1 NEWT

Congratulations Mr. Potter on your two highest in class scores and new record score.

Hearing a whistle behind him, Harry looked over his shoulder. Ron had been reading Harry's results from behind him, "Excellent job mate!" Ron said with a sincere smile.

Harry guessed that was the answer to whether or not Ron was still jealous of him. It seemed as though the incident at the Ministry last month did have an influence on him.

Harry gave him a just as sincere smile back before saying, "Thanks Ron. Well let's see what you got."

Ron handed them over, Mr. Weasley, blah, blah, blah… oh here.

OWL Results of Ronald Bilius Weasley

OWL Level Ancient Runes

Written: N/A

Cumulative Grade: N/A

OWL Level Arithmancy

Written: N/A

Cumulative Grade: N/A

OWL Level Astronomy (Graded on a curve due to disturbance)

Practical: A

Written: EE

Cumulative Grade: A

OWL Level Care of Magical Creatures

Practical: O

Written: EE

Cumulative Grade: O

OWL Level Charms

Practical: EE

Written: A

Cumulative Grade: EE

OWL Level Defense Against the Dark Arts

Practical: O

Written: EE

Cumulative Grade: O

OWL Level Divination

Practical: O

Written: O

Cumulative Grade: O

OWL Level Herbology

Practical: EE

Written: A

Cumulative Grade: A

OWL Level History of Magic

Written: A

Cumulative Grade: A

OWL Level Muggle Studies

Practical: N/A

Written: N/A

Cumulative Grade: N/A

OWL Level Potions

Practical: A

Written: EE

Cumulative Grade: A

OWL Level Transfiguration

Practical: EE

Written: EE

Cumulative Grade: EE

Total: 15 OWLs

"Wow, Ron, you did great. Divination, huh?" Harry said turning his head to look at Ron.

Ron just blushed and looked away quickly before saying, "Well, the weird thing about it is, ever since that brain attacked me, I've been having these dreams, like visions. Not in the present like yours, but the, you know, future."

Harry just stared at him open mouthed. "That's what Hermione was talking about?!"

Ron nodded the affirmative before he spoke, "Yeah, the potions from St. Mungo's keep me from having them constantly, but some still get through. I haven't said anything about it to anyone though, you won't tell right? St. Mungo's just think they are nightmares, induced by the brains."

"No, of course I won't. They aren't hurting you though, are they? Cause if they-..."

"No!" Ron rushed, "I mean, they don't, I just have some trouble sleeping and all. I was tempted to tell Dumbledore, cause some of them might end up being important, you know? Like what if I see an attack before hand, or something like that?"

Harry's mind was reeling with this new information. "Don't tell anyone yet Ron, unless they start hurting you, does Hermione know?"

Ron sighed, sitting down at the table putting his head in his hands, "No, she just thinks they are dreams, I haven't confirmed or denied it, but I let her come to her own conclusions."

Harry walked to the table and sat on one of the old wooden chairs next to Ron, before placing a hand on Ron's shoulder. "Okay, this is what we will do, I am going to ask Remus if he has the other mirror to the one that Sirius gave me. If we have it, then you keep it, that way if you have a vision, or you just need to talk to me anytime then you can do so. I am also going to send you some of my notes I made on my revised occlumency. It will help keep Dumbledore out of your head, that and it may help isolate any unpleasant visions you have, and let you sleep better."

Ron lifted his head to look at Harry with grateful eyes, before nodding.

Harry gave his shoulder a squeeze before dropping his arm and saying, "This way, when you have visions of attacks, I can anonymously let the order know so they can prepare, and you keep your visions a secret. You won't become an even bigger target."

Ron gave him a quick smile.

Harry stood, "Well I have to go speak with Remus, before I leave, congrats on the OWLs, I'll talk to him about the mirror by the way, so he should get it to you later on in the week."

Harry felt a little queasy at the thought of using his godfather's mirror, the one that could have saved his life, but he put the feeling away for later.

A slap on the back later, and Harry was making his way to the sitting room. Turning the silver snake door knobs on the double doors, he pushed the doors open and closed them behind him, before making his way to the worn leather chesterfield in front of the fire place, that was not currently in use. Waving his wand he placed the strongest privacy charm and detection charms he knew on the room.

"What was the first memory I used to try and conjure my patronus?" He asked sitting next to the older man.

Looking away from the empty fireplace, Remus Lupin turned to look at his best friends' son.

"I believe you tried using your first memory of flying, and your first successful memory was about your parents." He said before Harry nodded. "Why did you leave Harry, I was worried." The old professor asked looking back at the fireplace.

Sighing, Harry leaned his head back on the chesterfield and closed his eyes before replying, "You know what it's like being told what you can and can not do, Moony." Opening his eyes, he turned his head to look at Remus.

"Touché, Harry, touché." He replied tilting his head to the side slightly in recognition.

"Do you know occlumency Remus?" Harry asked out of the blue.

Slightly puzzled, he gave Harry a questioning look before saying, "Sort of, werewolves have a natural immunity to legilimency. Which was what caused me trouble in the first war I suppose, no one knew if I was trustworthy or not." A look of sadness passed his face then became neutral again. "Why?"

"Would you keep my secret then?" Seeing doubt on Remus' face, he quickly added "It won't hurt anyone or anything, it's just something I would prefer not being known to anyone yet."

Remus nodded "Alright Harry, you have my word I won't tell anyone as long as it won't hurt anyone or yourself."

"Did you know mum was an Iumentum Demon?" Harry casually dropped.

If Remus had been eating something he would have spit it out.

"Well at least part, one of her ancestors, Alric Lager I believe." He gave Remus a feral grin before continuing, "Yup, just found out a little while ago myself. You know what happens to those who have mixed human/non-human blood when they take the Corporeus Draft?"

Remus just looked shocked, mouth gaping as Harry continued to explain what happened.

"So you have a demon form? That's why you smelt different when I gave you a hug earlier. Much more, animalistic, and earthy." He asked Harry after the shock wore off a bit.

"Yeah, want to see it?" Harry asked a bit giddy that he could share his secret with someone.

A quick nod from Remus, and a second later, a grown Iumentum Demon was standing in the sitting room of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.

Remus was not one to be intimidated, being a werewolf and all, but standing in front of this demon/beast, he felt that if he was on the receiving end of its anger he would have wet him self.

Standing at about 6'1 (1.80m) with shoulder length black, braided at the temples, hair, green slitted eyes, and sharp canine teeth, wearing a chest plate, leather pants, ass-kicker boots with bronze plated toes, and large folded wings, Harry, or should we say Ferus, was an intimidating figure.

Turning back into his human form, Harry gave Remus a questioning look, "So, what do you think?" he asked the werewolf and then redid the glamour for his eyes.

Closing his mouth he responded, "Impressive."

After speaking for about twenty minutes of what has been happening at Grimmauld Place so far this summer, the doors slammed open to reveal Albus Dumbledore in all his glory, while standing behind him was Hermione Granger.

Standing up Harry turned to Remus, "Well, it has been great talking to you Remus, I see it is time for me to leave," he said before adding in a whisper so only Remus could hear, "don't forget to give that mirror to Ron, and don't tell anyone, please."

Harry walked towards the door only to be stopped by the Headmaster, "Harry, where have you been?" Dumbledore asked before saying in a scolding tone, "I have been sending order members all over the UK looking for you."

"Well I never asked you to send them anywhere now did I?" Harry replied tersely as he tried to get to the doors again, but was stopped by the older wizard.

Hermione looked on with a bit of a weary gleam in her eye. Harry just gave her a cold look, while she faltered some before she stood a little straighter and looked him in the eye.

"Harry, you should go back to your relatives home, it is not safe, or at least stay here if you won't go there." Dumbledore said as though he was talking to a small child.

Indignantly, Harry stood a little straighter and replied in the same form, "No, thank you professor, I don't think I will. I have a place to stay at, just as safe, and I won't be locked up here like an animal." His eyes glowed some at this. Everyone else in the room would later claim they felt the temperature in the room drop a few degrees.

"Now, now Harry, no need to get angry-..." The Headmaster started.

"Don't tell me what to do, you already cocked things up enough, no need to do more so. I am a legal adult, so you have no say over what I can and cannot do while not in school. Good day Headmaster." He finished walking to the door.

"You can't speak to the Headmaster that way Harr-..." Hermione spoke up finally, only to be cut off by Harry's inhuman growl.

"You, Hermione, have no say in this." He stated.

"I am your best friend!" She shrieked, like it changed everything.

"Yeah, and you just ran away and got an authority figure as soon as I showed up, Christ Hermione, for being so damn smart, think a little. Don't put so much damn faith in authority figures, they are not infallible you know." Harry spoke in a deeper, colder voice. Looking Dumbledore in the eye, making sure his mental shields were well in place, "They make mistakes too." Hermione had a doubtful look on her face, then glared at Harry.

Dumbledore just looked shocked. Harry didn't know if it was because what he said or that he couldn't see what Harry was thinking.

"I will talk to you later Remus, and tell Ron I said bye." He said before passing the still shocked Dumbledore and indignant Hermione.

He briskly walked out of number twelve and to the closest alley before activating his second portkey, "Toast." He said, thinking twice about choosing his passwords during breakfast.

With a pull behind his navel, Harry found himself in an alleyway, half a block away from the Leaky Cauldron.

Checking a clock through a store window, Harry saw it was nearly noon, he had a few minutes still to wait for his meeting with Neville and Luna.

Sitting at a bench Harry watched the London locals go about their work. People were walking past him, not paying much attention. Harry liked to simply sit back and watch people do what they do. Simple everyday things like this took his mind off the raging war he was about to take place in.

Figuring enough time had passed, Harry stood up from the graffiti covered bench and made his way to the muggle entrance of the Leaky Cauldron. Standing to the side of the entrance was two teenagers.

A tall solidly built young man with wavy brown hair that came to his ears was the first person Harry saw. He was wearing black muggle slacks and a white button up shirt. Standing casually against the wall, Harry could see his expressive brown eyes watching the crowd, looking for someone, before turning back to the young woman next to him.

Taller than most girls her age, with long straight brown and blonde hair to her waist, with a small figure, and high cheek bones, she stood out, wearing a bottle cap necklace and muggle jeans and plain light blue t-shirt that went well with her icy blue dreamy eyes.

Walking up to them, they stood a little straighter before greeting each other.

"Hey Harry," Neville said as Luna dreamily said "Hello Harry."

He gave them a smile before saying "What was our name for our defense group last year?"

Neville smiled before replying, "We called it Dumbledore's Army, but some called it the Defense Association."

Harry nodded as he said, "Let's go get some lunch then."

He started walking but was stopped when Neville asked "What about Luna, how do you know she is who she appears to be?"

Harry looked back at them, making eye contact with Luna before looking at Neville and replying with a small smirk, "No one can pull off the 'dreamy-I'm-not-really-here look."

Both turned to Luna, who stayed dreamy up until that point before looking at them, before smirking a bit and saying, "Well I do believe Harry promised us some lunch." And with that she started walking in the same direction as Harry was heading a second before.

"It was all an act?" Neville asked confused.

Harry just slapped him on the back before looking after her with a little admiration "That it was Neville." And he too started after the girl leaving Neville to catch up with his wide strides.

Finally stopping in front of a café, the group took seats at a table on the outside patio, before looking at the menus, and waited for a waitress.

"So, Harry what is this all about?" Neville asked done looking at the menu.

Not looking up from his, Harry replied, "Not here, Nev."

Nodding Neville turned back to his menu, after taking a glance at the girl sitting next to him, who had been silent since the small revelation outside the Leaky Cauldron.

"Me Gran has been making me work with a family friend this summer. He has been teaching me a lot of defense. He used to know my parents, and it's nice not having to be around really old people all the time." Neville broke the silence.

Harry responded with a smile and Luna finally said, "Me and father stopped in Helsingborg for a few days, but alas, our search left us empty handed."

Harry and Neville looked at each other, then smiled and shook their heads.

"Well, I will have to tell you all about my summer so far after lunch," Harry said looking around at the café's patrons, "you never know who is listening."

Soon lunch was over and the three Hogwarts students left the sunny café to walk the streets of London.

Harry discreetly waved his wand before whispering, "Follow me, but don't draw suspicion. We are going to take a portkey to a much more secure area, so when we turn into this alley quickly grab the piece of rope I give you."

Both murmured their agreement, and Harry took down the privacy charm without anyone noticing. They walked a few meters before following Harry's lead into a deserted alleyway. Pulling out the rope, Harry focused his eyes on using infrared only to see a figure, standing at the entrance to the alleyway under an invisibility cloak, he looked into what he guessed was the figures eyes as he felt the tug from behind his navel and was gone.

Landing on his feet, with good balance thanks to his emerged demon grace, Harry looked around in infrared again before focusing normal and giving Neville and Luna a hand from the ground.

"Welcome to my villa." He said as he led them to the balcony outside, connecting to the kitchen. Taking a seat, Harry motioned for them to sit as well.

"I brought you here today to propose an idea. First, I must ask that you take an oath not to repeat any of this to anyone unless I tell you can." He continued.

They both nodded and gave an oath of promise to Harry.

"This war coming up is going to be dangerous," he sighed and continued, "we will be dragged into it no matter what. I propose we train, just us three, and be ready to take on anything they throw at us. I say we take it a step further, we don't wait for Voldemort, we go after him, we make alliances, and we fight hard. I ask you two because you both have great potential. We will more than likely be doing a few things that are lets say frowned upon by the ministry, and I think you two will be more than capable to do so. Last year in the DA, both of you worked as hard as possible, you didn't give up on something you were stuck with, but worked even harder to accomplish it. In the Department of Mysteries, you both were two of the last standing, even injured, you still fought. What I am trying to ask is are you willing to give up what little of your childhood's you have left to protect the ones you love, and the innocent people who will die if we don't do anything." Harry finished watching them both for their reactions.

Neville's expression was one of mixed shock and grievance, but his eyes showed determination for what he was about to do.

Luna's face was neutral with only a little emotion flashing through her eyes every now and then.

"I'm in." Neville's proclamation broke the silence.

"Me too." Luna agreed, never having looked so serious in her life.

Harry sighed, saddened that he would have to do this to his friends. "Alright, we will have to work out the details to get you out of your homes. I have a spell that will make clones, a sort of decoy for you both, to make the order and any deatheaters watching you not be able to tell the difference. You will be living here, and training here for the rest of the summer. We will have to explain to your families what is really going on because I am sure they won't fall for the decoys. I will pick you both up tonight…" and they continued making plans for the night and rest of the summer after that.

It was later that night, after midnight, that Harry and Luna was sitting outside the Longbottom home, watching with infrared for anyone surveying the house.

After picking Luna up from her house they continued on to Neville's, by portkey, and were now trying to get around the guards to get Neville out.

Harry had already spotted two people watching the house, just outside of the wards. Both of them were under invisibility cloaks, but one of them Harry got a distinct feeling of malevolence from, which made him shudder slightly, before turning back to the task at hand.

Harry put his index finger up in the air, before motioning to Luna to follow him. With silencing charms up, they quietly made their way into the house through a downstairs window. Keeping to the shadows, they looked around, finding themselves in a library. Still covered enveloped by the dark, they moved to the door before moving into the next room, the living room. Sitting on the couch was Neville's grandmother.

"Mrs. Longbottom." Harry greeted as he and Luna stepped out from the dark corner.

She jumped a bit before she turned to see the pair and nodded replying in a whisper "Mr. Potter, and you must be Miss Lovegood," she nodded at Luna, who replied with a small smile, "Neville has spoken highly of the both of you. I trust that in letting Neville go with you, you will watch out for him? I promised Neville I wouldn't tell anyone, namely Dumbledore. I never liked him, after what happened to my Frank and poor Alice. Never should have joined Dumbledore, I said. He has gotten to use to people blindly following him. But you, you will be different. I can tell. Just- just take care of him will you?" her eyes softened speaking of her grandson's safety.

Harry placed his hand on her shoulder, before he replied "Mrs. Longbottom, I promise I will do all I can possible to ensure his safety. He is my friend, and he stood by me when things got rough. I would fight by his side anytime. You should be very proud of him."

Mrs. Longbottom nodded before Harry dropped his hand and turned as noise came from the doorway where Neville was standing, shrinking a shoulder bag. Looking up, he smiled and stated "Ready."

"Okay, hold on then and I will do the decoy spell. It should last about three weeks. If you notice that it is not corporeal anymore and starts walking through walls and stuff, just send a letter to Fred or George Weasley, as well as any other mail you wish to forward or send to Neville." Harry said distracted as he moved to Neville and twisted his wrist, then caught his wand as it was released from its holster.

"Circumcaesura." He stated, as he moved his wand from Neville's head to his feet in a vertical line. A red light flashed, and next Neville stood next to his clone.

"We should leave now, we can't linger." Luna cut in.

Neville gave his Gran a hug and said his good byes, and the trio soon found themselves standing in the entrance to Harry's villa.

"Come, I'll show you too your rooms," Harry said as he led them up the spiral iron staircase as he continued, "you will need your sleep, trust me, we have a lot of work to do in the morning. We will be working with magic and muggle equipment, so by the time we finish tomorrow, you will thank Merlin you have comfortable beds to go to. In the next week you will start your animagus training, if you have a form that is."

He led them down the hallway past his suite to the two rooms across from each other.

Opening the door diagonal from his, he motioned to Neville and Luna with his head to follow.

Walking in the room they looked around and noticed the room was burgundy and black, similar to Harry's room, it was large with a connecting closet and washroom. The sitting area in front of the unused fireplace had two chairs, and the hard wood floor had a black rug in front of the bed.

"This is Nev's room. Luna, yours is across the hall, mine is diagonal from here, next to Luna's. Yours, Luna, is pretty much the same, except it is bronze and black. If you guys want, you can change the rooms to however you like. Anyway, you guys should get to bed, I will wake you in the morning, so don't be surprised if I wake you before dawn." He said with a saucy grin and left to go to his own room.

Wednesday July 24, 1996.

Harry, Neville, and Luna, had just finished running laps around Harry's lake, before sitting, more like falling in Neville and Luna's case, down on the grass in front of the house.

Harry took pity on them for a few minutes, knowing that it was only going to get worse.

Getting up to stand in front of Neville and Luna, Harry watched them huffing and puffing. "Don't worry, it gets much easier. Now that we are done with our warm-up," the two on the grass groaned at this, "I have a friend coming today to help us with some defense magic. He is an unspeakable at the Ministry, and he promised to teach us some of the classified defensive magic they have been recently developing. Of course, if anyone knew it was him, he would get fired, so I am sure you understand the amount of security that must be upheld, meaning your can't tell anyone or bad things will happen."

Looking up Harry saw a man walking towards them. He was a little shorter than Harry, but more solidly built, from a far he looked tan with bright red hair.

Harry stopped to wave at the newcomer, "Oy! Charlie!" he shouted which caused Neville and Luna to look over their shoulders.

The man stood next to Harry and shook his hand before looking at the two still sitting on the grass looking confused.

"Neville, Luna, I want you to meet Charlie Weasley, the unspeakable that is going to help us." Harry introduced them with a grin.

End Chapter Four

AN: That chapter took forever to write, and I am so happy it is over with. Chapter five may be out Wednesday or Thursday. I'm not sure, but I am going back to my apartment on Tuesday and classes start again on Thursday, so I don't know when I will be able to get the next one out. I promise I will try as soon as possible.

Anywho, thanks to my beta reader (DarkGoddess) for this chapter, cause she finally sent it back to me, so this is the beta'd one.

Thanks to my reviewers, and I'll answer a few questions or comments!

silverdeath – To answer your questions, yes, it will have some political Harry in it, and a few minor OC's, and some minor canon characters too. I just love the character Blaise Zabini, Rowling explains he is in the story, but he doesn't hang out with Malfoy, dumb and dumber. So I would like to give Harry some contacts in Slytherin house, starting with my favourite behind the scenes character, and maybe help give Slytherin a new visage.

Sweetest Thang- A friend of mine said something about Durskaban, and I thought it was really funny, so I put it in my story. I did read the other day in another story someone else used it, and they did so before me. I think the story is called Dark Knight, and I don't remember who the author is, but give all credit to them. I thought it was cute too!

Zevrillion- Well I try to be original, there are a lot of stories out there and I just tried to add a new twist. Thanks for the review!

lucas13- Well I hope this chapter explained a little more about his kind. I put in a big explanation and all for the demon. Hope it is cleared up now!

nonjon- I hope to further pique your interest, and about the length, I'm not really sure how far I am going with it. I have an idea, but the chapter length's vary, I guess it depends on the mood I'm in. there should be at least 20 chappies and I may work on a sequel for 7th year if it is wanted. Thanks!

scrimitar- Again, the dursley/azkaban thing, I thought it was cute, see the comment for Sweetest Thang up there . I thought it was fitting though. Thanks for reviewing!

Rogue15-The muggles should come into play in the next chapter, they are going to be cool and help Harry, Neville, and Luna out a bunch. Yeah, I am trying to show how Harry is opposed to the Ministry's ignorance on small things like that at first, but it will show more later on. Harry is an angry young man at the moment, but he will mellow out. I am thinking about some type of power he can have from his demon form, nothing over the top. I'm not sure about the wandless magic, because everyone does it in their fics, and I am really trying to steer away from all that, while still stay with a bit of canon.

Shadowed Rains- I too find myself nearly falling asleep at the keyboard sometimes. You need chocolate, or maybe some pop? Coffee? Well whatever floats your boat. :c)

Zaxxon- AH! You got me. I was dropping hints in the second chapter for Inesco, but I didn't know how to go about doing it for Neville, so I just hoped people would get it in the third chapter, and if not, I'm sure you would find out eventually. Thank you for the review, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter too!

And to the rest of my reviewers: schmanski, PbookR, Theboss996, SlytherinSupreme, Maxennce, ozzel, j, and shellme. You guys really influenced me to hurry up with this chapter, and I am sure will continued to influence me in the future. THANKS!!

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