A/N:- I'm back by popular demand, and i've got a few new ideas for this story, including pairings and a couple of major plot points.
A number of questions have been raised, namely about Dumbledore not finding Harry and the others of the squad not knowing who harry is, both will be sorted out in this chapter.
Also, another question was asked that I feel that I need to answer, if only to prove a point. I am British, and the BASIC training for our Army is fifty weeks, give or take a week. I AM correct in saying this because i've got friends in the army. I know its a long time, but it pays off, we produce one of, if not THE, best fighting forces in the world.
Now, on with the story.
Harry sat in the Lynx helicopter that had arrived at the base to pick them up. He had his gear in a bag sitting on the floor between his legs. He looked out of the helicopter and watched the countryside fly by, a far away look on is face.
He had no idea what was going to happen now, he had expected to finish his training and get deployed somewhere, live his life, and either die in the field or an old man with children and grandchildren. With no more contact with the magical world, after all he had even removed the various tracking charms from himself and his wand, so that Dumbledore couldn't find him. It had taken him a special trip down Knockturn Ally to get them removed from him and his wand. Speaking of which, that god damn strap was chaffing his fore-arm.
He scratched under the straps of the wand holster that was fixed to his arm, he hadn't worm it since before he joined the Army, and he was still getting used to it again.
"Itchy, aren't they?" A voice came from his left. Harry turned to look at his fellow, newly recruited wizard. He nodded in agreement, the man continued, "So your the great Harry Potter, eh? Recognized you the moment you walked into the barracks." The man laughed.
Harry frowned, "so why didn't you say something then?"
Once again the man laughed, "Your not the only one that's running from something."
"I'm not . ." Harry started to defend himself, he wasn't running, he was . . . . .
"Course you are, we all are," he gestured to the other three men, who nodded in agreement, "why else do you thing we signed up? I'm not judging, far from it actually, if I were you, I'd have gotten out years ago. If I, or any of the others, told you we knew who you were, or that we're magical, you'd ask questions that we probably wouldn't want asked, I know I would if I was in your position."
Harry nodded in acceptance, it made sense really, it would have to be something big to make them leave the wizarding world. He didn't want to pry into their lives if they weren't willing to speak about it. He shook his head, focusing on what was happening now.
"ETA 10 minutes, prep to robe down." The pilot's voice came over the helmet that he was wearing. The five men nodded to each other and all of them clipped their ropes to the overhead rings.
They waited in semi-tense silence as the red light lit up the inside of the Lynx. The helicopter's nose pulled up and started to hover, Harry slid open the side door another one of the men doing the same on the other side. The air that was thrust down from the rotors howled into through the inside of the Lynx. They took off there helmets and sat them on the floor out of the way.
The light suddenly turned green and Harry shouted, "Go! Go! Go!" over the rushing air, they threw their ropes down to the ground below them and jumped from the helicopter. One after another they hit the ground and, like they were trained to, started to spread out, assessing their surroundings for any threat.
What they saw, they were not expecting, they were in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by dense trees all around, but Harry could just make out a very rough track running off to his left. That was soon passed over, when he caught sight of the jeep that was sat idling at the mouth of the track.
"Come on lad's, lets get a move on." Harry said and picked up his pack and slung it over his shoulder, starting to walk over to the jeep, the other our following him, but keeping their distance from each other.
As they approached the jeep, the door opened and a man got out, he was wearing a jet black uniform that had no insignia or name badge, only rank.
"Private Potter? Is everyone accounted for?" The man asked.
"Yes, sir." Harry replied, the man nodded and motioned for them to get in the jeep. No words were exchanged as they bounced about in the jeep that was flying down the track.
When they skidded to a stop they were outside a well hidden entrance to a underground bunker. They all piled out of the jeep and the man wheel spun 180 degrees and headed back down the dirt track.
The heavy iron doors creaked open and two men walked out, one that had a clip board walked up to them, "Leave your things here, the Field Marshall is expecting you, your personal effects will be taken to your rooms."
They nodded and let the packs fall to the floor and followed the man with the clipboard. They passed through corridor after corridor, until they came to a door. The man knocked on it, a voice shouted for them to come in, the door was opened and the five wizards walked in, snapping to attention in front of the desk, snapping a salute in perfect sync.
"At ease," They relaxed, "I'm pleased to see that all five of you are here. We're going to need as many people as we can get a hold of. Now, i'm sure that you want to know whats going on, so i'll tell you. This 'pure blood' nonsense that some of the wizards are spewing has me worried. I will not let innocent people be slaughtered because of some wizard thinking that they are better than us. As I know Private Potter here has an extremely close connection to the war that is brewing in the wizarding world and he has shown considerable leadership skills, he will take command of your squad. Now the objective of this new organization is to eliminate the threat that the 'pure bloods' pose to the world by any means necessary. You will all under go training that even the toughest SAS soldier would hesitate going into. Any questions?"
"Yes, Sir, will we be required to work with the either the Order or the Ministry?" Harry asked.
"We will be eventually working with the Order, when our numbers are swelled enough to begin working in the wizarding world." Inwardly Harry groaned but kept his face schooled into blankness.
"Now, you will be shown to your rooms, I want you to get your squad mates up a 0900, is that understood, Sergeant Potter?"
"Yes, Sir!" Harry replied with a grin on his face.