Disclaimer - I don't own any of the characters, places (unless they are of my own creation and I shall add notes in for that later), songs etc. Most of this belongs to JK bows.

Once again, thanks for your reviews :D

This fic will be continuing in here (someone asked if I would go back to the old story to post, but it just wouldn't make sense - I will, however, be rewriting some parts of HOTL later - reading back, it makes me squirm sometimes)

Also, I'm trying not to make Harry super-power - and the powers he will receive again on his birthday will make him very powerful, although a lot less than he had been last time around - also, he is human, and believe me, I know - and the emotions of the war will burden him - Occlumency can only do so much for the mind, and nothing for the burdened soul)

Once again, thanks, and on to the story :D.

Wednesday 6th July, 1995

Once again, at five o'clock the next morning, shouts were heard as cold water was poured over everyone (bar Hermione who had managed to get up just before and had crawled out of bed) to wake them up once again.

Harry had been slightly more creative this morning in waking them up, with the classic bucket of cold water over the head, and was proud of it.

And it was with a disheartening groan that the young warriors walked into the dining hall to find-

"Cereal and dry toast? Again? Are you bloody kidding me?" Ron asked desperately, sinking into his chair, once again, beside Harry, who was also, once again, eating away.

"I'd rather you all not throwing up after your work-out. Larson is going to work you all as hard as possible…and then there's the rest of the day to think about. Plus, this is actually rather nice, you know."

Ron's head thunked on the table.

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"Now, you pull it back like so," Harry demonstrated, "and let go."

The arrow thudded in the centre circle of the large target 100 metres away, not too shabby from such a distance.

"And that, my friends, is what I know that you'll all be able to do."

He received several raised eyebrows for that comment.

He simply gave a crooked grin.

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DWB was definitely already showing to be more interesting than the previous day's class, where, after practicing teleporting for twenty minutes, Harry lined everyone against the wall, and paced in front of them.

"Now, we have enough here for nice round pairs in this Army, helping us to cover more ground, along with several other reasons that this is a good method of fighting.

"For one, you know your back is covered, and you can concentrate more on the opponents in front of you. Another, is that you will be able to help each other out, and that you have a better chance of succeeding than one.

"There is the chance that you will be split up, however, and we will work on individual fighting as much - but realistically, pairs and groups are better. So, I've drafted up a list of pairs, the other person of which you will come to know like the back of your hand, and will be able to read without a word. Some of you already can, which is a great start. You mightn't know the person you are assigned with that well, so I suggest you get to know each other. One day, it could save your life."

There was a chilling silence in the room.

"So, pairs. If one could go and stand behind the other, that would be good. Ok, Fred and George."

George bounded behind his twin, high-fiving him on the way.

"Seamus and Dean. Andrew and Jack. Michael and Zacharias. Hannah and Blaise. Ron and Ginny. And then Hermione and me. I want everyone to get into their pairs and start to get to know the other. If you already do, then dig deeper - know them better than you know yourself. Know what their next thoughts and actions will be, and what the slightest movement they do means. Every little thing."

Wednesday 13th July, 1995

One week had passed inside the house, but it seemed so much longer to the occupants inside, many of whom had learnt to wake up and early and escape the 'pleasant' 5 a.m. wake-up call Harry still provided.

This pattern of growing used to things applied also to the swift uprising of fitness and ability the classes they were taking (the Unicorn Unit were also now taking Healing lessons), as well as getting to know their assigned partners, and often ran with them, coming to talk to them more and more, as well as the others in the groups.

Slowly, they were becoming tight-knit and trusting of each other - slow and steady, but it was a good start.

This seemed a familiar pattern with Harry's Occlumency, where he had managed to create a small net around what was two seconds of a certain weak memory, before it disintegrated at the slightest touch of prodding.

Although shields was a main part of the art of Occlumency, if someone, somehow, managed to get in, it was vital to protect the memories you wanted to as well, as Salazar have told him during his introduction to Occlumency (better than in any of the books he had read).

However, it was better doing it slow and right than fast and wrong, no matter how frustrated Harry felt at his snail-like progress. (which was proved by his near-manic working with Ron, Hermione and Ginny during odd times to help develop them further, as well as additional classes including Neville and Luna, reuniting the Ministry Six, or 'Raiders of the Lost Prophecy' as Dean had jokingly called them, into a unit of their own, should the need arise.

Saturday 30th July, 1995

Harry watched the grandfather clock in the dorm slowly moved to 11:59 p.m., the soft snores of his dorm-mates slowly disturbing the silence of the house, which had gradually been growing larger, as if expecting the big event that was to come.

Harry could feel the tension in his soul, and Godric and Salazar had long since stopped bickering inside his head, leaving the seconds to slow move towards the half-minute, showing his time as a semi-normal teenager slowly, and yet so quickly, drawing to an end.

He had remembered the first time so clearly, and the thought of reliving such a moment was a strange sensation, like a sense of de-ja-vu that you knew was completely right at the time.

And as the second hand slowly moved to five seconds, he closed his emerald eyes and counted under his breath, before, at the strike of midnight, he fell into the world of unconsciousness.

He was in the desert once again, hot sun burning the back of his neck with its unforgiving rays, and several rays stretching to his aching back, soothing his tensed muscles, which he had pulled during the last wandless combat of the day, when teaching the Thestral Unit several kickboxing moves.

He looked around, taking in all the scenes and sights before, in front of him, two men appeared before him.

One was...well, he could only be described as Ancient. He had a long, silver beard, bright blue eyes, and long, billowing green dress robes (billowing despite the fact that there was no wind, which made Harry wanted to laugh. The other man was taller and younger, and looked rather fresh and clean-cut in his younger form, different from the first time whenever he had appeared in 'the Merlin'.

"Hello, Harold Potter." Merlin said calmly, radiating power and wisdom that only he could (although Albus was close).

"Hey, old man." Harry said in a similar tone, seeing a slight look of surprise on the old man's face.

"Hey, sort of old man." Godric winked, allowing a slight smile to show on his face before it vanished as fast it had appeared.

What Godric and Salazar had done was not exactly the most legal thing in the Universe, and they had all agreed to tell as few people as possible - and it might even be fun to know something that Merlin didn't.

Merlin glanced at Godric, who gave a slight shrug before turning and continuing.

"I am Merlin."

"And I am Godric Gryffindor."

"And I am Harry Potter. Could you get a move on? My back's killing me here."

Harry was glancing around before sighing and taking a seat on the ground.

"If that is what you wish. Have you heard of the Heir of the Legends before?"

Harry looked at him calmly and nodded.

"Yeah…the first Heir of Merlin with half his powers and the second with double his powers…not exactly true, but around your level."

Merlin looked like he didn't know quite what to say.

Godric did though.

"Since we obviously don't have to explain more, we should get straight to business…"

"Again, that's what I'd like."

Godric held out a simple golden key, however, encrusted into the shining metal, were several rubies.

"This is the key for a trunk we will supply you with, to further your training, and to help you…it is also a blood right of your to inherit this trunk. This key would usually go around the neck, however, there is a choice of this, or having it melded with your magical aura, so that you can always access it. Of course, if you allow your friends access, you will need to invite them in and instruct the trunk to do so."

Harry simply nodded, and Godric understood.

A minute later, with said deed done, Merlin got back into the swing of things and presented him his trunk (which he realised differed slightly from last time, no doubt thanks to Godric and his new thoughts of compacting and multi-tasking spaces and, apparently, compartments).

There were 4 compartments.

An apartment

A library

An outdoors training ground

A duelling Arena/Gymnasium

The apartment was small but charming, with a considerable living room, dining room and kitchen, and a modest bedroom, with en-suite bathroom. There were also several modest guest bedrooms. It also had a nice refillable fridge and few large crates of butterbeer, saved for a rainy day, as well as a stock of everyday potions, for illnesses and the likes.

The Library was the same size as it had been before, with books crammed into every available space of the large library, however, while the books were listed in a thick book in the middle of the room (and it had been magically resized), the ability to summon them had gone, meaning that he would have to, at the very best, run around searching.

The outdoors training ground was like an athletics arena, with a large red track surrounding a large grass area, and a swimming pool. There was also an assault course that he looked forward to taking.

The duelling arena was a large room (with many charms on the floors and walls to stop people from being hurt when falling over or into them), containing several stationary practice dummies and several moving ones, to practice duelling and the likes.

"Now, 5 hours inside shall represent 1 hour inside (A/N - one of the changes I've made), just so that you can remember, and get a good night's sleep for once."

Harry coloured slightly, but held back a blush.

Godric smirked at him, reminded him, freakily enough, of Salazar.

He would have to tease the man about that.

"Also," Godric said, as he waved his wand, "Langue Totalus!"

Harry recognised this spell from before.

A quick way to the power of the world in a way, being able to talk to anyone. The ability to start a new language would also be a great advantage to the Order.

"Also, I believe that we should modify this watch of yours…these four sapphire buttons on the side of the rim shall represent the four compartments of your trunk, and shall allow you easy access from anywhere. Now, I must ask, how is your Army going?"

Merlin, who appeared to know about the army, smiled at Harry.

"Actually it's going rather well, although how we're going to cover up the fact we've been missing for the last month…coming two months…is pretty much impossible."

"It seems that you underestimate us, Harry." Godric continued, a twinkle in his eyes. "And I'm sure that no-one will question you…people will be believe that your members have been where they were supposed to be all along, discarding those notes have been burnt, and that you stayed at your relatives for the summer. However, it is getting late, and we must be leaving."

Merlin nodded, and wished him well before vanishing.

Godric looked around before moving up to him.

"By the way, we can continue our lessons here at night, so get more sleep - you need it."

And then, he too vanished, and Harry fell into the subtle world of dreams.

This is a short chapter, but this is all I really wanted to put into it. The next chapter will be the initiation ceremony, before they all return home.