Chapter 2

Immediately several thoughts flashed through Harry's mind, had the portkey gone wrong, was 'Moody' a fake. Even as these thoughts were crossing his mind his wand had appeared in his hand. "Expelliarmus!" The two bodies were violently blasted backwards. "Tempus Impedimenta!" This was a semi dark spell that would slow the movement of anyone within a ten-meter radius besides the caster. Harry stared around in shock at what he had done. The two people what had jumped on him were his friend Hermione, and Dobby, an over excited house elf. The others in the room who he had frozen were members of The Order Of The Phoenix, an anti-Voldermort militia group. 'Moody' was the first to recover, and let out a barking laugh. "Ha, good one Potter, CONSTANT VIGILENCE!" Harry concerned for Hermione and Dobby ran over to them.

"Hermione, Dobby are you alright. I'm so sorry it's just I've been a little on edge lately-" Harry said all of this extremely quickly.

"Harry, stop I'm fine, just be a little gentler next time you say hello."

Dobby jumped back on to his feet and started banging his head against the troll leg umbrella stand, "Bad Dobby, Bad Dobby."

"Stop that, it wasn't your fault" said Harry as he pulled Dobby away from the umbrella stand.

Mrs.Weasley came bustling into the room, "Hello Harry, how have you been, you're looking quite peaky. Into the kitchen with you."

Ushered into the kitchen Harry set about devouring everything that was set in front of him. "Hey Mrs.Weasley where's Ron?"

"Molly, Harry, call me Molly. And Ron's upstairs, Hermione got another letter from that Krum fellow."

Harry shot Mrs.Weasley a questioning look.

"Every time she gets a letter from Krum, Ron runs upstairs and pouts for a while. Those two are meant for each other, I just hope my Ron figures it out before he goes and does something stupid. Well enough with my ramblings, you can go upstairs and talk to him now. Remus has already brought you're things up for you."

Harry's head immediately snapped up from his meal, "Remus is here?!"

"He was, but he left to get some ingredients for his potion. He should be back later tonight though."

"Ok, thanks for the meal Mrs.- Molly."

Harry tiptoed as quietly as possible passed the portrait of Mrs. Black and then continued up the stairs to Ron's room. As he opened the door he was immediately hit in the face by something, stumbling back Harry whipped out his wand.

"Tempus Im-"

"Hey easy there mate, sorry 'bout that." Ron walked forward and picked up what appeared to be some form of action figure that now lay at Harry's feet.

"It's fine, was that your Victor Krum doll.

"No, and it's an action figure, not a doll."

Harry raised a single eyebrow.

"Well, yes." Said Ron, his ears growing as red as his hair.

Harry realizing that Ron didn't want to talk about it decided to let it lie for now. Thinking it a good time for a change of topic he decided to talk about school.

"So Ron do you know why our O.W.L.'s haven't arrived yet?"

"Nah, but Dumbledore told us last night at dinner that he's gonna give them to us tonight. There's also a big Order meeting tonight so most of the Order members are going to be here for dinner."

"So what do you want to do until then?"

"How about a game of chess, I haven't been able to play anyone for a while"

"Ok, cool lets play." Harry enjoyed hanging out with Ron and playing chess, or just doing something that didn't really matter. It gave him a chance to be 'just Harry'. Not the boy-who-lived, not the one-of-the-prophecy, 'just Harry'. For the next few hours Harry played chess with Ron. That was until Hermione came in and started fussing about their O.W.L. results that would be coming later that day.

"I'm sure I failed Astronomy, I just know it."

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure you did fine." replied Ron.

"Oh, that's just like you. How can you be so complacent about this? Harry tell him how important this is."

Harry sensing another Ron/Hermione argument decided to make a quick exit. "Yes, er- very important, er- right, um, I gotta go."

Harry realizing that it was his room that he had just walked out of decided to go exploring. Quickly walking down the hallway and up a set of stairs to the attic. It seemed as though the fainter the yells of Ron and Hermione got, the darker it got. Even though there were torches set along the walls, it reminded him of the trip he, Hermione, and Ron took to 'Nearly Headless' Nick's death day party during 2nd year. When he reached the attic he noticed someone sitting in the back corner crying. Harry walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. She jumped and screamed. "Ahhh, Harry don't scare me like that. I didn't hear you come in."

Harry was lost for words, the girl, no woman standing before him was not the same Ginny Weasley who he last saw. It was like the time when Ron first noticed that Hermione was a girl. "H-h-hi, Ginny how ya doing?" No don't get red now, wait why am I getting red I don't like her like that do I? It's just that she's so beautiful, and kind, and her hair- oh god Ron's gonna kill me. "Why are you crying?"

"Oh it's stupid, Dean broke up with me." Ginny said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

Anger flared up in Harry, how dare he hurt her, but then again now she is free. Why am I thinking like this. "Don't worry about him he was a git anyway."

"It was my fault, he broke up with me, he told me that I shouldn't associate with you. Said that it's too dangerous. I wouldn't listen, I told him to bugger off, it was my fault." Ginny wailed.

Harry horrified that it was him that she broke up over replied, "Why did you say that, it would probably be better if you didn't associate with me it's safer. Anyone who is around me dies." Harry was fighting back tears, he refused to cry, to be weak, he must be strong.

"Harry don't say that, I- we all love you and If you push us away then V-V-Voldermort, would have already won."

"Ginny everyone that I love dies, and it's all because of me, I cannot love anyone."

Ginny pulled him into a tight hug and breathed in to his ear, "I refuse to let you push people away-"

"But-"

"No Harry I'm already in danger, we all are. It's not your responsibility to protect everyone."

Harry, his voice rising now "Yes it is it is my job!" His voice diminishing "I just have to... Look I don't want to talk about it." Harry looked away. For a few tense moments there was an uncomfortable silence, until it was broken by Mrs.Weasley's call "Dinners ready"

They descended the stairs into the dark hallway in silence. Harry entered the kitchen first to see most of the order there eagerly awaiting the meal. There were many familiar faces seated at the table the most unwelcome of with being Professor Snape. "I bet he's happy." thought Harry angrily, thinking of his hatred for Sirius. The smell of good food wafted into his nose and pushed all negative thoughts about Snape from his mind. As soon as he at down a spread of food appeared on the table that could rival a feast at Hogwarts. A babble of conversation broke out as people heaped their plates with food and started to eat. Ron by far was eating with more gusto than anyone at the table.

Hermione was looking at Ron with a disgusted look on her face, "Must you eat like that, there are other people at this table you know."

Ron attempted to speak, but found he was unable to. After a large swallow he was able to reply, "There is just so much good food, and Dobby made it extra good tonight because it is his first night on the job."

Harry jumped into the conversation, "What do you mean Ron?"

"Well since Kreatcher obviously isn't obedient, Dumbledore was afraid tat he would try to poison us so he hired Dobby to do it."

At the mention of Kreatcher's name Harry's eyes lit p with a fire that either Ron or Hermione had seen since he found out that Sirius allegedly betrayed his parents. A sense of power filled the room, and the conversations around them ceased, as the members of the order looked to se where the disturbance was coming from. "KREAHER!" Harry boomed as he rose from the table, his chair clattering noisily to the floor. At first many thoughts ran through Harry's mind, but soon one remained, "He helped kill Sirius, I will kill him." Kreatcher came when he was called, mumbling about blood traitors and mud bloods. Harry lunged for him, but was intercepted by Hermione.

"No Harry, don't hurt him. He's just an el-"

"DON'T YOU DARE DEFEND HIM HERMIONE!" Harry thundered. Then his voice dropping to a deadly calm, "He killed Sirius, and now he dies along with the rest of Voldermort's supporters." Harry rounded on the elf pushing Hermione out of the way, a dark green glow that bordered on black enveloped his body and an unnatural win whipped around the room. He raised his wand and his lips spelled out the words that shocked the already shocked order members, "AVADA KEDAVERA!" There was flash of green light and the sound of speeding death rush throughout the room. Kreatcher didn't make a sound as the burst of light ripped into his chest, tearing life from his body and throwing him into the was lie a rag doll. The glow around Harry faded and his breathing slowed. He turned slowly to the stunned order, a maniacal smile played across his lips for a moment, but it disappeared almost as soon as it arrived. "That's one problem solved." Stated Harry in a calm business like tone, and walked from the room.

In the hallway stood Albus Dumbledore looking older than Harry had ever seen him. "Harry, before we begin I must ask you, have you received you mothers book?"

Harry's heart stopped. Hadn't his mother said that no one else knew about the book, how did he know? "W-What book sir?" he managed to stammer out.

"Don't worry I know of the book and I also know of your heritage. Remember the prophecy 'the power the dark lord knows not'? This power is your power of emotion and I believe it is more powerful than I could have imagined. I take it you have never cast that particular curse before?"

"No, sir I haven't"

"I felt your energy grow all the way from miles way, I knew what curse you were about to cast. I feared that Voldermort had infiltrated HQ, and apparated as soon as I could. I wanted to delay this as much as possible, but I fear the time has come."

Harry who was currently in shock questioned, "What time, I don't understand?"

"Harry some of the more powerful witches' and wizards glow when they are feeling a particularly strong emotion. As you grow more powerful and learn to control your power, you will understand this better. Wizards like Voldermort and I, some of the more powerful Aurors, and most members of the order have to keep our power concealed most of the time, dormant if you will. If Voldermort and I were to become locked in a battle to the death we would need to use all of our power. So we would have to bring it out, this is done using a particularly strong emotion. Most wizards use anger, because the object of a duel is to incapacitate or kill your opponent. The larger the glow the more powerful the wizard. The darker the glow, the more the witch or wizard in question is able to use dark magic. Not many wizards can bring out their full power at will; Voldermort and I are one of the few who know how. This can be a valuable asset, and I would like to train you to do it. If you can harness you power at will then I believe that you will be able to master using all the spells in that wonderful book of yours."

"But sir there is dark magic in that book."

"I'm sure you have no problem with using dark spells, I believe you have learned quite a few already. Dark magic is not necessarily evil; it is the intent of the caster. I want to make sure you stay on the light side, both for the good of your soul and he good of the magical world."

"If it will help me defeat Voldermort I'll do it, but I ask you one thing. I want my friends to be trained as well."

"That sounds fine to me. We will leave tonight. Let us go say our good byes."

Harry and Dumbledore walked out of the room and into the kitchen. Dumbledore raised his hand for silence and the room, which was now in an up-roar quieted. "For the next two weeks I will be training Harry personally, I am giving Alastor control of the Order until we return. The rest of you will train the children in your free time. Alastor, I expect you to train them in the magic we used against Grindelwald, do not teach them how to cast the spells, just to defend against them. Tonks, come with us."

Grabbing a cup off the table he muttered "portrus" and it glowed briefly. "Harry, Tonks grab hold. 3..2..1." The world dissolved in a sea of color.

Harry managed to remain on his feet, and examined his surroundings. He was standing in what appeared to be a large entrance hall, with many doors and staircases leading off from the sides. The floors were marble and the walls were gilded with gold. The ceiling was enchanted just like the one in the great hall of Hogwarts. The whole place exuded a sense of power. "Where are we?... sir." Tonks asked with an expression of awe playing across her face.

Holding his hands out wide and his eyes twinkling more than ever Dumbledore exclaimed, "Welcome to the Dumbledore Family Estate."

"Professor this is amazing. I thought you lived at Hogwarts." Said Harry looking around with wide eyes.

"Well where did you think I go during summer vacation?" replied Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling merrily. Changing gears, "Tonks you will be providing young Harry here with physical combat training. By the time he leaves I want him to be at auror level or above." Tonks nodded her head affirmatively. He now looked to Harry, "Tomorrow your training will start with Tonks. From now on you will make everything you need using magic, including food, you will be forced to adapt. By September 1st I expect you will be able to best Voldermort's top Death Eaters at the very least."

Harry was stunned "How is that possible, I mean we only have a month, and-"

"Harry for ever hour you send here only half an hour passes on the out side. That should be enough time for you to learn the control needed to use the power that is inside of you. Harry, come with me, I imagine that you have some questions."

Dumbledore led Harry into a nice looking room that resembled the Gryffindor common room. "Please sit down" said Dumbledore gesturing to an over stuffed arm chair in front of the fire. After sitting himself Dumbledore gave Harry a prompting look.

Deciding to ask the question that had been gnawing on his mind ever since their conversation in the hallway Harry asked, "Why is it that you are suddenly ok with me using dark magic. I thought you hated it."

Dumbledore steeped his fingers and gazed at Harry, all twinkle gone from his eyes, "Did you ever wonder how I single handedly defeated Grindelwald? I used a combination of light and dark magic. However, towards the end of the battle, when I knew I had it won, I let the dark magic consume me. I have been told that my aura turned jet back for time. I tortured him and his remaining henchmen, many to insanity before my friend and mentor forced me to stop. Once I realized what I had done I was devastated. I ever told anyone besides you what happened on that day. I vowed never to use dark magic again, that was a foolish decision. The first war against Voldermort could have been won if we used dark magic from the beginning. The problem is that Dark magic corrupts the soul, only someone truly pure of heart and with good intentions can truly balance light and dark magic without losing yourself to evil. I believe that this is truly 'the power the dark lord knows not', a descendant of both Slytherin and Gryffindor."

"So that's why I never hear people talk about how you defeated Grindelwald, you just never told anyone. How can you be so sure that I won't turn evil?"

"I trust you Harry."

Those four words had a great effect on Harry. Dumbledore was putting all of his faith in him and had told him his deepest, darkest secret. The headmaster had gained his trust back. "I trust you too sir."

"Harry, let us go sleep, tomorrow we begin your training." Dumbledore conjured up a bed for himself and gestured for Harry to do the same. "From now on we will live together and work together. We will live as a master and an apprentice. Good night Harry"

"Good night."

When Harry awoke, the smell of bacon and eggs filled his nostrils. Looking around he saw Dumbledore sitting at an ornate table sitting in front of a small breakfast. "Dumbledore, are you sure that's enough for the both of us?"

"It's enough for me now conjure your own breakfast."

"But sir the only food I know how to conjure is toast. We take Domestic Charms and Transfiguration net year."

"All the more reason to learn your first lesson well. It's all in how you control your magic. If you notice I didn't use an incantation, I just waved my wand and it happened. I used a raw form of magic that is more difficult to use than the magic that you are used to. Instead of using a specific spell to conjure the food, I simply told my magic to create it. The same principal applies for apparation and transfiguration. Apparation is the most commonly used form of raw magic. It is quite simple to do because you are just telling our magic to go somewhere and takes your body along for the ride. An obvious use of raw magic in transfiguration is conjuring; all you are really doing is transfiguring the air. One of the most complex arts of raw magic is the animaugis transformation, but we'll get into that later." By now most of the food (and Harry's toast) had been eaten and Harry was eager to put some of the new theory he had learned into practice. "Harry, before we get started, I want you to know that when I am training you I will not be your friend. My only goal will be to make you stronger and a better fighter. I will train you as my master trained me, and his master trained him. I hope that I will be able to fill their shoes."

"Professor, can I ask you a question?" asked Harry.

"You already have, but you may ask another."

Slightly annoyed at the response Harry replied, "Who was your master?"

"Why Nicholas Flamel of course. He prepared me for my battle against Grindelwald. Now if we can get started." Dumbledore ushered Harry through one of the doors on the hallway that were previously locked.

Harry had entered what appeared to be a large dueling room complete with weapons that looked of medieval origins and what looked like muggle wresting mats. The room also contained a widely grinning Tonks. "Come on, fifty laps around the hall. And GO!" The next two months would be some of the hardest of his life.

A/N: End of chapter two. Next chapter will contain some of Harry's friends training and maybe some Fred and George. There may be some seedlings of one of Voldermort's evil plots coming up so look for that in the next chappie(can you say foreshadowing). Also OWL results are up next. I'm planning on flashing back to his training and his thing with Marge in either chapter 4 or five.