Warnings: No Mary Sues/Gary Stus... instead, i took existing and little known Hogwarts students and gave them a background/characterization/personalities!

Potter and his Myrmidons

Halloween night found Godric's Hollow a horrible wreck. The house was demolished, blown up from within, wood scorched and scarred with ghostly debris everywhere. This was the scene that two elite Aurors found as they apparated to the scene.

Alastor Moody and Rufus Scrimgeour found Rubeus Hagrid crying outside the wreckage with a small baby boy cradled in his arms. Harry Potter was unconscious and bleeding from his forehead, but otherwise unharmed. Moody glanced around in every direction looking for Death Eaters as the two men approached the half giant.

"Hagrid." Scrimgeour greeted.

Hagrid looked up at the two Aurors. "S-s-scrim-geour. Moo-oody" He greeted through his tears.

"Where is Black? We know he left for Godric's Hollow moments ago because of the attack." Moody asked gruffly.

"H-he wa-as jus-st here. He lef-ft in a-a hurr-ry. I-I'm supp-ppos-se' ta bring Har-rry to Dumbledore." Hagrid was trying to calm himself down, but the Potters had always been kind to him. What had happened was beyond terrible, and they didn't deserve it.

"To Dumbledore? What is the aging headmaster of Hogwarts going to do with a child?" Scrimgeour asked.

Hagrid shrugged. "I don' know sirs. But I'm meetin' 'em in Surrey."

"Surrey? Ridiculous. Give Harry to us Hagrid, he has no known magical relatives, he is now a war orphan. We can bring him to the proper care facilities. It's our job, not Albus Dumbledore's." Scrimgeour held out his arms to take away the small child.

"What? NO! I'm suppose ta–"

"Hagrid, do you want him to grow up with muggles? I know that's what Dumbledore will do." Moody spoke up in his gruff voice. "Best just to hand him over to us. We'll take him to St. Mungo's to be checked up and make sure he is okay."

Hagrid stood and deliberated over Moody's words. He didn't want Harry to grow up in the muggle world, wouldn't it be more dangerous than the wizarding world? Living with people who didn't believe in magic? And Harry did need to go to St. Mungo's to be checked over. His attempts to stop the bleeding hadn't gotten him anywhere. Surely Dumbledore would understand. He always did.

He reluctantly handed over his precious bundle to Scrimgeour.

"You did the right thing Hagrid." Moody nodded.

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"Harry... did you have to have sex in my favorite bathroom? The only bathroom not previously desecrated by you or Roger?" Neville complained as he, Harry, and Tracey entered a high security conference room on the Auror floor of the ministry. Mandy and Roger were already there and waiting.

Harry and four other orphans were gathered after the war to create a special force of strong wizards and witches. It had been Scrimgeour's idea, an elite group trained from childhood to defeat Voldemort and his Death Eaters when he returned. Dumbledore thought the idea was barbaric and cruel, robbing children of a childhood. But he could do little to prevent it when the majority of Wizengamot ruled it so.

The Dursley's eagerly gave up custody rights to the small, unwanted infant. Augusta Longbottom handed over Neville without any fuss, she was anxious to see her grandson hold up the family honor. The Davis family were known Death Eaters and had no say what happened to their darling daughter from their cells in Azkaban. The other two were orphaned by the war and officially adopted by the ministry and into the what became known as the Myrmidon Program.

"Sorry Nev, but you saw him, he was fucking gorgeous, and I had to take him right there. Where else could we have gone?" Harry half heartedly defended himself while wearing a lecherous grin.

Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Tracey Davis, Roger Davies, and Mandy Brocklehurst were trained in advanced transfigurations, benign and malignant potions, strong defensive magic, powerful offensive magic, useful charms, auror concealment and disguise, advanced stealth and tracking, as well as hand to physical hand combat, survival and blending in to the muggle world and various other useful subjects. They passed their official NEWTs four years previous, making them the five youngest teens to successfully pass all their NEWTs in history.

"Please, you do know who you just shagged, right?" Tracey spoke up.

"Yes. I'm not blind, he was Draco Malfoy." Harry turned to face the pretty black haired girl. Tracey Davis was usually silent and withdrawn unless around Harry. She wore dark clothing and heavy, dark makeup. She also tended to worry the most out of the group, and especially worried about Harry.

"Right. Draco MALFOY." She emphasized with a sneer. "Did he really fall for your 'Kirke Shacklebolt' line? How vapid of him, I'm sure he takes after his mother."

"DRACO, not Lucius." Harry sneered right back. "I just had the boy pinned under me in the bathroom, I think I would have noticed a dark mark on his arm. Not to mention that my scar burns a warning when I'm around it. And I've been using Kirke shacklebolt as an alias since I was twelve, of course he fell for it."

Tracey huffed and turned away. Neville rolled his eyes at their juvenile argument and flopped in a chair next to Mandy, who was filing her nails. Mandy loved everything muggle. She proudly wore band and movie t-shirts and usually dragged the group to see premiering muggle movies.

The wizarding world was blissfully unaware of the training of Harry Potter and his four friends until Harry Potter was twelve years old, and Rita Skeeter wrote a three page article on a glaringly obvious fact. Harry Potter was twelve years old and not attending Hogwarts. Wasn't he supposed to be going into his second year? The wizarding world was in an uproar. Was the Boy-Who-Lived a squib? Dead? Oblivious in the Muggle World? The head Aurors and Unspeakables that were training him and the others kept quiet.

Quiet until Voldemort got a hold of a certain stone that restored him to a body and able to do magic again. That was the first time that Harry and Voldemort came face to face in eleven years. There was a huge battle, and Harry killed Voldemort's newest Death Eater, Quirenius Quirrell. Harry became the Boy-Who-Lived again. Voldemort retreated to gather forces and more power in his newly restored body. And now the wizarding world knew that Harry Potter was being trained inside the ministry, but no one had 'seen' him since.

Little did they know that they had, he often was in Diagon Alley and in the main ministry building. Especially if there was quidditch involved. But Harry covered his scar with Muggle make-up.

"Please, Tee is just mad that you were shagging Malfoy and not her." Roger spoke up from the book he was previously immersed in.

Tracey growled at the older boy but before she could retaliate Kingsley Shacklebolt entered the room. The five previous inhabitants all stood to attention with small salutes.

"You have a new mission that the Ministry is most anxious to send you all on." He didn't even bother to greet them, he helped train them for the past six years he was looked on as 'Uncle Shacklebolt' by them all. He loved and respected them.

"Finally! Tracking Death Eaters? Stopping Voldemort from recruiting more Magical creatures? Werewolf hunting?" Neville asked in anticipation.

"I'm afraid nothing so ... exciting. You five have been assigned to guard Hogwarts this year to ensure extra safety against any possible Death Eater attacks."

He was met with five blank stares.

Harry was the first to recover. "Wait... what?"

"You heard me. Hogwarts."

"Of all the mundane... what are we suppose to do there? Play nice with all the kiddies? Quidditch? Pretend to attend classes? We passed our NEWTs years ago." Mandy snorted.

"This is the only way that the school governors agreed to keep Hogwarts open another year, was if you five were there to protect the students. Voldemort's attacks are getting bolder and Hogwarts is looking more and more like a reasonable target."

"And this is a chance for Harry to be unveiled to the wizarding world. I bet everyone is peeved that Harry has fought Voldemort three times in the past five years but no one's gotten a picture of him since he was twelve." Roger mused. He was the eldest and often considered the brains of their group.

"Whatever the reason," Shacklebolt interrupted what he knew would become a huge argument, "it doesn't matter. This was an order from Wizengamot, Moody, and Scrimgeour."

Harry sighed. He knew that there was no way they were going to get out of this one. Harry hated talking to Scrimgeiour, especially now that he was the Minster of Magic.

"You'll be leaving in three weeks on the Hogwarts Express." Shacklebolt tossed five folders onto the table. "These are maps of Hogwarts, Hogsmede, and important information you'll be needed to know. Now I've got a meeting with Moody. Dismissed."

As the five teens wandered into the hall and towards their barracks Neville grinned and clapped Harry on the back. "At least you'll get to see Malfoy again. Look, he's Head Boy this year." Neville pointed out his name on one of the papers Shacklebolt had given them. "I have one rule: No Sex on the Train."

Harry shivered and grinned. Draco Malfoy, he couldn't wait to meet him again.

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To Be Continued

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