A/N: I am very, very sorry for the delay. Without further ado...

July 1, 1996

"In a time of our greatest need, when all seems lost, when the dark enemy attempts to defile our shores, the Arrows will return and rain fire on our enemies." -a Canadian seer, 1960*

Harry woke up, feeling quite refreshed from a good sleep. Ever since he arrived in Canada, the mental connections with Tom Riddle became very faint, though it seemed that his time spent with Daphne, his godfather, and his close companions caused pain for the "Dark Lord." He smelled the fresh scent of sausages and eggs and saw that Sirius had already went downstairs. Neville was stirring from his bed, so Harry went ahead to the washroom. Harry changed into a light red t-shirt and baggy olive drab shorts before leaving the room.

"Morning, Harry."

"Good Morning, love."

Daphne stepped out of the girls' room, wearing capris, a white shirt, and a mischievous smile as she pulled Harry into her arms and snogged him softly. They held each other for a couple of moments before bulling back, big grins on their faces. Harry gestured down the stairs.

"After you, Daphne."

She gave harry a quick kiss before heading downstairs, followed by her boyfriend. The delicious smell of food wafted from the kitchen, making the pair feel hungrier than before, with the smell of freshly broiled bacon particularly enticing to the young couple. Sirius stood up from the table and gave a hug to both Daphne and his godson, before leading them to the magically lengthened dining table. Hermione was already busy eating, as Leslie was busy cooking while Michelle helped to bring the food to the table. Breakfast comprised of mounds of waffles and sausages drizzled in maple syrup, along with fresh scrambled eggs and juice.

Sam came around a few minutes after Harry and Daphne, wearing a blue t-shirt with a Canadian flag printed on the front. He quickly pulled a chair next to his distant cousin and started to eat, just as Neville and Tracy came in, hand in hand.

"Ready for Canada Day, Harry?" Sam asked.

Harry replied, "As ready as I'll ever be. Then again, it's the first I went to a celebration like this. So what exactly is Canada Day usually like?"

"Canada day, as far as I remember, was about hanging around with family and friends, enjoying the hopefully sunny day, and celebrating Canada's time as a nation. I know it might be a bit hard to understand, since there isn't anything like that back in Britain, other than perhaps the Queen's birthday. Usually we might go to the local park or downtown Toronto to watch fireworks in the evening."

"You guys celebrate with muggles?" Neville asked as he sat down to eat.

"Sure. They may not know magic, but they are fellow Canadians, and no offense, we don't really isolate ourselves from the non-magical world like Europe and Britain does. We do follow the Statute of Secrecy, but other than that we do try to live a lot like everyone else.

Anyways, dad said we going somewhere special for today, and I have a hunch we're going to Silvermoon."

"Good morning everyone, hope you've enjoyed breakfast."

For the first time, Colonel Daniel Greengrass was seen out of uniform. He was wearing an olive drab t-shirt with a dark green Canadian flag printed on the front, as well as khaki shorts and a pair of mirror-like aviator sunglasses above his brows. Michelle was standing next to him, equally ready for today's festivities.

"Food!"

The two youngest members of the Canadian Greengrass family ran around their parents and quickly sat at the table, forking food from the platters to their smaller plates.

Breakfasted lasted another half hour or so, before the Colonel led everyone to the living room. He held out 5 small Canadian flags, each with a faint blue aura surrounding them.

"These portkeys will get you to Silvermoon through the defensive wards."

Harry raised his eyebrow.

"There are wards over an entire city?"

"Of course there are. Why risk having trouble get inside? Silvermoon has been around for a very, very long time and they have faced a number of dark wizards and beasts attacking the city, so naturally, lots of protection was placed over the city.

Now, everyone grab hold of a flag, tap a wand to it and you'll arrive in the city in no time."

Harry and Daphne held one of the small flags as Harry pulled out his wand, which seemed to cause the flag to glow blue. Harry felt the pull behind his navel just as he tapped his wand on the flag as the scene around him changed. When he came to his senses, he noticed that it was slightly cooler than in the Greengrass residence. Harry was now standing in the midst of the largest wizarding settlement in the western hemisphere.

For being one of the few wizard-only cities in the world, Silvermoon was styled more like a muggle metropolis. A dozen tall skyscrapers towered over the streets in the city, rising to about 40 to 50 stories each, filled with offices or apartment flats. These were surrounded by shorter buildings, some dating from the late 19th century, and others still under construction. Some of the streets were currently closed off to traffic, becoming pedestrian only zones for Canada Day.

A few minutes later, Hermione and Sam, Tracy and Neville, Sirius and Daniel, and Michelle and the two children appeared.

During breakfast it was agreed that everyone would split up into groups of at least one adult and two teens for the day. Sirius would be spending quality time with Harry and Daphne. Colonel Greengrass would be watching over Hermione and Sam, who gave a nervous gulp at being watched by his military dad. Mrs. Greengrass would be watching over Neville and Tracy, as well as Melody and Richard. They went their separate ways, exploring the massive city and taking in the sights and counts of a city celebrating 129 years of Canadian confederation.

Throughout the day, Harry and Daphne led the way, with Sirius frequency distracted by the local women, both untaken and taken, usually leading to either Harry or Daphne dragging him away with a humoured scowl. Daphne often led Harry to the different stores that lined the streets. Many echoed muggle stores, though a few sold more magically related goods and knick nacks.

At about 5 pm, Sirius, Harry and Daphne found themselves in Hans Ericsson memorial park, a large part next to a large lake on the outskirts of the city. According to locals, the park was named after a 17th century wizard who had died stopping the dark wizard known as the "Slender Mage" from attacking the city. Maple, ash, birch, and oak trees stood tall, providing shade for families enjoying the day. Warming charms over the city and the park allowed such hardwood trees to surviving in the otherwise hostile near-tundra environment. Soon the others arrived, and they headed to a public barbecue that was being hosted by the local fire department.

At 8:00 PM, Harry heard a loud roar that filled the air. Harry felt some chills as the sound reminded him of times past: the roar of a Hungarian Horntail chasing after him during the Tri-Wizards Tournament; the sound of the Hogwarts Express just behind the Weasleys' magical car; the whistling of a rogue bludger that pursued Harry in second year. It sounded like the 747 Harry and his friends flew on, except it was louder and coming towards him.

Then he saw them. Two distant shape in the sky approaching rapidly from the east. The crowds grew excited, with cheering all around. The two shapes gradually turned two very familiar aircraft, one of which Harry saw on the flight that started his journey in Canada. The aircraft were painted a brilliant glossy white; their delta shaped wings proudly displaying the Canadian Roundel, a blue ring surround a white circle with a red maple leaf in the center. The Canadian flag, blazoned as "Gules on a Canadian pale argent a maple leaf of the first," were proudly pointed on the tall tailfins.

Like oversized versions of their namesakes, they flew straight and true, being designed around forty years ago to take down nuclear bombers of the former Soviet Union at the start of the Cold War. A purely Canadian design, it was a source of many a conspiracy theory through the circumstances of their "demise." As the planes approached, they accelerated past the speed of sound with ease. Each plane's twin engines burned a bright blue flame, emitted from their PS-13 Iroquois turbojet engines.

The planes streaked over Harry and Daphne. Hermione looked at the planes, and then closed her eyes, thinking hard, before she opened her eyes in stunned recognition.

"Harry, do you know what those planes are?"

Harry looked at Hermione questioningly.

"Those are Avro Arrows!"

"Avro Arrow, Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Yes, they were reportedly all destroyed in the 1960s."

"You are correct Hermione. They are CF-105M Arrows of the Canadian Forces. As for why 'cancelled' and 'scrapped' jets are flying over us...well, that's a story for another day."

At 10:30 PM, the crowds, as well as the Greengrasses and the six Brits, stood alongside the lake shore, waiting before the evening's fireworks display. Barges on the lake lit up as fireworks were launched into the sky. A few exploded in the shapes of animals like a bear, a strange looking bird, an orca, and even a beaver. The show lasted a full half hour, ending with a spectacular firework in the shape of the Canadian flag, lighting up the sky in red and white

At 11:05 PM, the Greengrasses and their guests, exhausted by the day, portkeyed to the front door. Stepping inside, they soon went upstairs for the night. Harry gave a final kiss to Daphne before entering his room and collapsing on top of his bed.

Author's note: Again, feel free to PM your ideas and suggestions for the story.

*not a real quote; just something once said in a thread on .

A preview of the Future:

Harry had crouched behind a fallen wall and raised his Diemaco C8A1 Carbine, firing a 3-round burst at an exposed Death Eater. The magically empowered rounds pierced the man, who howled as he fell. Harry heard a loud crack as a sniper round lanced out from Hermione's rifle and disintegrated the head of another death eater. Harry looked through the magically enhanced reflex sight as he dispatched another of Riddle's followers, two rounds striking the man's chest. The report from other rifles continued for a couple of more minutes before it finally died out. Harry sensed that no more Death Munchers were alive, so he stood up.

Harry slung his rifle, wielding his wand as he looked around in the carnage in the room. The remains of ten Death Munchers were strewn across the ruined room. His friends came out of their hiding spaces while Hermione stayed in her position, still scanning the area for more targets. His wand lit up the room after he non-verbally cast the Lumos charm.

"Harry..."

Unsurprisingly, Daphne had worn her "Ice Queen" persona throughout the firefight. She held up her C8A1 carbine, slowly returning to her loving, warmer self as she slung the firearm behind her back and came over to hug Harry. Neville and Tracy stepped out of their hiding spot, with Neville still wielding his C8 Carbine, reloading another 40 mm grenade into his underslung M203 while Tracy slung her C7 rifle and pulled her wand out.

Sam came out, wielding his C9 Light Machine Gun, scanning around as he approached the group, just as their radios crackled to life.

"Papa Six, Papa Six, this is Sierra Major, please come in."

"Sierra Major, this is Papa Six."

"Six, what's your status?"

"Building is cleared. One Eight Delta Echo in total, sir."

"Confirmed, One Eight tangos down. Report back to HQ for debriefing. Good work, Six."