Disclaimer: not mine, almost nothing of it, unfortunately!

Thanks to all readers. I do hope you enjoyed up to here.. As you can see I should have someone to look over my doings prior to posting them. So if you are willing…..

I could do with a review or two. Especially if you tell me what I need to work on.

This story is AU including a different time setting. Here Harry was born 1990.

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Who wouldn't like that?

The summer had finally taken grip on the British Isles; temperatures were up to 30° centigrade. Not a single drop of rain had fallen over the whole month of July. Water rationing had taken effect, resulting in less gardening chores for Harry. Today though, was garden day, getting rid of the weed and doing repairs on the shed.

'Games tonight, maybe another movie.' Harry thought to himself. Wiping of sweat from his forehead, he decided to take off his T-shirt..

Over the last weeks he had often joined his new acquaintance together with some of his friends in role-playing games and movie nights.

'It is kind of fascinating, these battle hardened men playing around like little boys.'

This was what it boiled down to. This was the reason Harry kept going to their gatherings. All these men had seen and done things, bad things but they kept going on. Harry knew he had to learn this.

'Just think about it, one of them had tears in his eyes when his character died. It is just a game but he almost cried.'

On the Other hand Harry had overheard them talking about close combat. If that was anything like in this Private Ryan movie, Harry never really wanted to live with such an experience.

'Sure thing, a Killing curse is terrifying but much less bloody.'

The wizarding word, so Harry had begun to realise had many fascinating facets, but he came acknowledge the one fact. It was so brilliant, so intriguing and so wonderful because he came from a muggle upbringing.

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"I thank you all for showing up to this meeting." Albus Dumbledore looked over the assembled order members.

"First topic is Harry's recent activities and acquaintances. Remus, Nmphadora, Kingsley anything?"

Call-me-Nymphadora-and-I-make-your-live-hell Tonks looked up, obviously displeased.

"There is very few my contacts were able to retrieve about this man. He is a member of the German military, air force man. The germans have some infantry in that branch. He is one of them. He ranks as something close to a Master-Sergeant. As to why he is at Pivet Drive, he was offered a house there as part of a detachment order. Nothing out of the ordinary as far as his file goes and that is exactly what my contacts deemed suspicious."

Tonks took a look at the faces of various members. Kingsley with a slight frown, Molly Weasley's displaying concern about her chosen son. Albus and Minerva in thought. She took a breath and set to continue, taking a peak at Remus' with quite a forlorn look on his face.

"However the three of us have been able to find a few bits of information which we are not really able to confirm."

Remus stood, taking over from her.

"It looks as though he is some kind of a fireman in his branch. We have unconfirmed statements of him being on several special assignments, all of them classified. We have been able to find at least one former member of the RAF who remembers being stationed with a young German Soldier seems to be your man. This stationing happened to be in conjunction with the airlift to get supplies to the town of Sarajevo in 1995. From all we did find, it looks as if his meeting is coincidental."

Albus could not avoid to pick up an underlying doubt in Remus' voice and a glance to Tonks and Kingsley confirmed his suspicions.

"But you do not feel like it has been coincidental?" He addressed Kingsley.

"Well, detachments of foreign soldiers are nothing special, however a single non officer all by himself is, well, it is almost unheard of. Especially the Germans do not do such a thing. And, if our informant spoke about this man, then it has happened that he was temporarily transferred to the British detachment for Sarajevo, that being long before the Germans changed their constitution to allow their soldiers to participate in combat missions. This kind of transfer is not in accordance with either German nor British military regulations."

"What have we learned about Harry's stays with our mystery man?" Dumbledor braced himself, expecting some problematic occurrences.

"They meet with other people from the base, primarily in his house. They tend to play some games, judged by the infrequent use of dice. Some movies are being watched, and there is lots of conversation."

"We can not learn to much by just looking through the window. It would be nice to get permission to enter the house."

"The Ministry would never allow that, it is after all a concern of secrecy."

Voiced started rumbling around the table.

After several minutes Minerva McGonegall noticed a display of concern and internal discussion on Molly's face, as if she had to weight options she didn't like, looking for the less bad. She got Albus' attention and guided it towards Molly.

"Yes, Molly?" He spoke loud enough to get the banter to quiet down.

"It,… it could be done. Get someone into the house I mean."

"How so?" Albus always had know from which parent the Weasley twins had inherited their mischievous nature.

Molly' s whole body displayed her conflict now.

"Well, he did ask for company, didn't he? We could place someone with Harry, having him joined at his new 'friend'. I mean Harry asked for someone."

She just knew she would somehow regret making this suggestion.

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Tonks was curious, one of the trades that made her a good Ravenclaw. When she saw the lone figure of Remus Lupin walking down Pivet Drive she just could not resist following him.

To here surprise he did not stop at Number four but walked on.

'He is going to watch the German.' It made her wonder. 'Why would he do such a thing?'

She was stunned as she saw him not just observing the house but instead walking straight to the door.

There he stood, in thought, his hand half way to the doorbell. In an intuitive action she closed the distance to him, right as he pushed the button.

The door opened revealing the inhabitant of the house.

"How can I help you?"

"Hello, my name is Remus Lupin, I am a friend of Harry's and I would like to have a few words with you if you would not mind."

Remus missed the measuring look the man gave him. Tonks did not.

"Well, if you would please come in. No need to do this with an open door, is there?"

"Thank you, I do not intend to take to much of your time."

As Remus walked past the man, Tonks slipped in directly behind him.

"Take a seat Mr. Lupin. Can I offer you something to drink, coffee, tea or something stronger?"

Tonks followed them to the living room.

"Yes, please. A cup of coffee would be welcome." Remus settled down on the sofa.

Returning from the kitchen, a tray with two mugs in is hand, the man placed them on the table and set into a chair. Tonks noticed that he faced the door and could not be seen through any of the windows.

'Another Moody. Looks like this one has seen and lived through a lot.'

"Well Mr. Lupin, what is it you came to talk to me about?"

"I do not intend to be impolite, however Harry is of some importance to me on a fairly personal level. His spending quite some time with you has gotten me interested in meeting you."

"Ah, so this is an evaluation visit." The grin on the mans face was nothing but amused.

'Almost childish, mischief in it. Moody breed with the Weasley twins.' Tonks thought.

"What do you say Mr. Lupin if we play a game of questions? Harry is quite closed up in his manners and talks about himself, so I am curious as well."

"I can agree to that. In fact it is quite an idea."

"Ok, then you may begin."

"Why did you invite Harry and have gone to some length to form this relationship?"

"It is nice to see ones assumptions meeting reality. I saw this would be your first question."

The man paused, considering his answer.

"I do have some unusual hobbies. And those applying themselves to those are generally the teenagers. You see I do play role-playing games, kind of a game of story telling and acting. One dose need an open mind and a good dose of imagination to enjoy that form of game. Adults are rarely doing those games. They often like to read SF and Fantasy but are uneasy pretending they are an Elf or wizard or so. You know like in Gandalf or Legolas from The Lord of the Rings?"

'Man, he seems to be enthusiastic about those games' Tonks took a better look at the bookshelves, memorising some of the titles and searching for information on these games.

Remus on the other hand had read a few muggle books and he had enjoyed quite a few of them. Due to his knowledge he considered The Lord of the Rings inspired but more funny than anything else.

Remus left an hour later. Tonks knew there would be a meeting tonight. She had observed the conversation between the two men and decided to stay and watch the game.

Remus pondered on the talk he just had. There did not seem to be falsehood in this man, he was open minded and appeared kind and considerate. Remus decided that he could really like this man. His last words still lingered in Remus' mind.

"You would be welcome to join us for either, a movie or a good game. I figure you would make a good wizard."

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Tonks settled in the corner of the living room trying to get into a comfortable position.

'I will just wait, watch their doing and then get out as soon as they call it a day.' She figured that plan to work seamlessly.

The man, sitting at the table in the middle of the room picked a piece of paper. Wrote something down on it and got up. Strolling for the bathroom. Tonks looked onto the sheet and gasped.

'I do not fancy MI5 personal in my house without invitation so please leave while I take a shower.'

'Only one thing to do.' With that thought she went through the door, leafing the house.

'This man could prove to be dangerous.'

It didn't cross her mind that he had noticed her under an invisibility cloak.

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