A/N:- thanks for all the reviews, its keeping me inspired to keep on writing. If you have any ideas/suggestions, please tell me. Oh and yes, I'm confirming that this is going to be HONKS, not harry/ginny.
Albus Dumbledore groaned as he lowered his old frame into the chair that sat behind his desk in Hogwarts. It had been a hellish 2 years since Harry Potter had disappeared off of the face of the earth.
Harry Potter disappearance had hit the wizarding world hard, but none had been hit more than, some, his friends. They had been almost crazed with worry about the boy, Hermione Granger had even let her grades slip, Ginny Weasley had, at first, been just as worried as Hermione, but then as time passed, she seemed to care less and less. It was Ron Weasley that surprised him, he didn't even bat an eye lid, he just grinned smugly and prattled on bout how he knew that 'Potter was going to bottle it eventually' and that 'it was he who held Potter together.'
Dumbledore prided himself with the knowledge that he was among the most learned magical people of the age, and it annoyed him that a mere teenage boy had given him the slip. He had managed to take off all the tracers and tracking charms that Dumbledore had manged to place on the boy, for the greater good, he couldn't gallivant off as he pleased, he had responsibilities to uphold.
Now that the boy had run off to god knows where, it was up to the Order and the Ministry to both find him and hold off Voldemort, which both were easier said then done.
The Order had looked everywhere in the past two years, but still they turned up nothing. They had even gone to the Muggle Ministry, but they were no help at all, because they refused to help, initially, but now, they had suddenly come to Dumbledore with an offering of aid in the war.
How they knew about the war was a mystery to him, but they knew and were willing to lend aid to them, he had quickly accepted, and a team would be arriving today to talk through an alliance.
The war was going badly, they were loosing ground day after day, with no end in sight, People were afraid to come out of there homes and even go shopping in Diagon Ally. Strangely though, Muggles were not being killed on the same scale as they were in the last war. Dumbledore had asked Severus about this and the potions master had come to him telling him that Voldemort wanted harry dead before he turned to the muggle world.
Dumbledore busied himself with the paper work that came with being headmaster of a school. When he next look up, the clock read mid day.
He sighed and levered himself up and out of his seat and made his way down to the Great Hall, meeting up with four Order members that took up positions around him. Kingsley and Diggle in front and behind him, Tonks and Moody to his left and right.
They all walked outside onto the grounds and stood, waiting. They didn't have to wait long as three black dots appeared above the Forbidden Forest, as they grew closer, A roaring sound filled the air that got louder and louder, the closer the dots came. When the roar got deafening, Dumbledore recognized them as helicopters.
On board the middle helicopter, five men were stood ready to rope to the ground. All of them were trained and fully equipped. They all had full sized HK G36's, with extra ammunition for it as well as the P226 that were strapped to there legs, flash bangs and smoke grenades. One of them had a G3SG1 sniper rifle strapped to his backs and another had an Arwen 37. All were dressed in pure black uniforms with no insignia or names, just ranks.
One however, was quite nervous, his emerald eyes darted from the members of his squad to the two Gunships that were escorting them.
The helicopter started to hover and they slid the doors open, and took the plunge back into a world he thought that he would have escaped from.
Once they were on the ground, Harry signaled the three helicopter's over the radio and told them that they would be in constant radio contact, if anything goes wrong, get on station as soon as possible.
After sending an affirmative, the three helicopter banked to the south, leaving the five soldiers looking at them fingering there rifles.
The two groups approached each other slowly, taking their time and eying each other up. When they got close to each other, Dumbledore spoke.
"Welcome to Hogw . . ." The one in charge of the squad interrupted him.
"We know where we are. We came to work out a Military Alliance, not to get a tour of the place." The man said, his voice cool and controlled. Dumbledore nodded his head.
"Yes of course, now, these are members of the Order, who you will be working with. This is Kingsley . . ." Once again, the man interrupted him.
"We know who they are Dumbledore, now do you want to carry on treating us like infants that don't know anything, because I can honestly say we know more about what is going on than you do, now do you want to stand out here all day or do you want to work this thing out?" the man said.
Dumbledore frowned, he didn't like the sound of that, "Of course, follow me."
"Hand over your weapons first." Moody growled, pulling his wand out and pointing at the Sergeant in charge. This got an immediate response, all the soldiers tensed, raising their weapons and before anyone could say anything, a shot rang out through the schools grounds.
The Sergeant had his pistol out and the muzzle was pointed at the ground in front of moody, smoking slightly, "Please, you would be dead before you muttered the first word of your spell. Now, you are trying my patients."
"Alister, calm down, we need to work with them not against them." Dumbledore said, Moody grudgingly put his wand away, but kept his hand close to it. The soldiers lowered their weapons, but only slightly as they followed the old man into the school.
They all spread out around the headmasters office, the two sides stared at each other. Harry waited, he wasn't going to give any ground to them. Soon enough, the Order people started to shift in their seats under the stares of the trained soldiers. Dumbledore broke the silence, making Harry grin.
"Now, what do you want from this Alliance?" Dumbledore asked, staring at Harry. "Mr.?"
"Well, I know that I've changed a lot since you last saw me, but I'm shocked that you can't remember me, Dumbledore."
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes as he stared at the Sergeant, he suddenly saw who it was, his eyes going wide, "Harry?"
"Yes, I'm back." Harry answered.
"But, what? How?" Dumbledore stuttered. Causing the soldiers to laugh at him.
"I think you broke him, Serge." one of the soldier said, causing another round of laughter to pass round the soldiers.
"Now, I didn't come here to announce my return, I came here to work out this Alliance." Harry said.
"But Harry . ." Dumbledore started, but Harry interrupted.
"No, Dumbledore, I'm a soldier now, not your little Golden Boy." He took a deep breath, "Now, what we want, in exchange for our help in dealing with Voldemort, we want the citizens of Great Britain left out of this war. We want complete freedom to fight this war our way, we will not answer to you or your ministry in anyway shape or form, this is not negotiable."
Dumbledore nodded, "Perfectly reasonable, but we want your men able to be deployed at all times."
Harry snorted, "Dumbledore, we aren't incompetent Aurors, we're soldiers, we are always ready for deployment."
Backwards and forwards they argued, but eventually they came to an agreement, and harry got off on the better end of the deal, after all he was in the better position. But as they were just putting the finishing touch's to the Alliance, the a silver fox burst through the wall, a hollow voice echoed from the animal.
"Ministry is under attack, send reinforcments."