Hey all! Thanks for sticking with me, this should be one of the last chapters to set up the story. I'm not going through all of Harry's training day by day, but there is a recap. This is kind of a time jump with Harry thinking back, and then it'll go back to present. There will probably be a few more time jumps, I'm not going through all of his time with the military or anything either.

Thanks so much for your support and reviews!

I don't own Harry Potter and unfortunately there was a Law and Order marathon today so I couldn't even WATCH NCIS let alone own it. Sad day.

May 1998

A year had passed since Dumbledore died. Only a year, and Harry Potter's life was completely different. He couldn't even bring himself to say he missed the old life. A year was all it took for him to be ready to kill Voldemort.

Working with Moody was demanding but the old auror knew exactly what to say to get through to the stubborn and emotionally closed off young man. If Harry was to be honest with himself he'd only been a young, naïve boy when he had agreed to work with Moody, Remus, Tonks, and Bill. He would have told you he couldn't live without his friends, Ron and Hermione. Now though? He exchanged letters with Hermione as often as he could, the Weasley twins had made a special note paper that sent messages much like muggle texting or emails, but he and Ron had grown apart.

Hermione realized that she couldn't go back to Hogwarts if Death Eaters were in charge, so had moved her family to the United States. She was originally going to go to Australia but decided that America had more to offer her later in life. She still wanted to attend university and was fascinated by how magical communities worked and Australia didn't have a very large magical population.

Ron on the other hand, felt that he should have received the same training as Harry and was mad that his brother wouldn't allow him to join in on the lessons. He had gone back to Hogwarts and grown closer to the other boys in their dorm and didn't correspond with his best friend as often as he used to. Harry had grown up, and Ron was a 17 year old boy that wasn't ready to face the real world yet.

Harry had grown as well, he would freely admit that he was closer to the four people around him than he'd ever been with anyone else besides Sirius. Remus had quickly taken on the roll of uncle/older brother, Tonks was his friend and big sister, Bill was his confidant and best friend, and Moody was someone that he looked up to. Harry wanted to make him proud, but knew that Moody would be ok if Harry's decisions didn't exactly line up with his plans. They joked about Grandpa Moody, but in all truth, that's how Harry felt about the older man.

Now, getting ready to take down the monster that had killed his family and wreaked havoc on so many lives, Harry would be ever grateful for everything his new mentors had taught him. With Remus and Tonks's help he'd passed his NEWTS, not with flying colors but he had scored high in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms, he even scored decently in Potions since he'd had Snape's textbook in sixth year.

Bill had taught him to be confident in his actions, and to see right through wards and enchantments, and how to break through them. Much like Bill had broken right through a lot of the walls Harry had put up to protect himself over the years. It was the first time in Harry's life that someone older and more mature than him had taken the time to really get to know him and share parts of himself with Harry. It was an equal friendship and for that Harry was eternally grateful. He'd even started talking to Charlie occasionally as they had a very similar sense of humor.

Moody had pushed him further than he'd thought possible in his auror training. Every day he'd run, eat healthy, do dodging exercises as well as target practice and then he'd duel the old auror. Of course, auror training had more depth than that, stealth and disguise, profiling, strategic thinking, and any number of other random subjects. Harry had felt he could take on the world, until he'd met the old friend Moody had mentioned. With that one meeting Harry Potter's life had started to take a new course, not that he knew that at the time.

Moody didn't tell him what this extra training was, just that it wasn't just an in and out in a day type training. He'd be training for a month straight and this friend would be staying with them in Grimmauld Place. When Moody enchanted everything to appear normal to a muggle is when Harry started wondering what was going on.

He found out when he met Moody's friend, Leroy Jethro Gibbs. A few minutes with Gibbs was enough to show Harry that although he knew a lot about the wizarding world, he had a lot to learn about muggle warfare. Two weeks after their first meeting, Harry was able to finally hit his target with the high tech sniper rifle he was borrowing.

After a month with Gibbs, Harry was a decent sniper and a good shot with a shorter range hand gun or shotgun. He assumed it was from all of the spell casting he'd done over the years and the target practice with Moody. He didn't only gain shooting knowledge however. He learned a lot about the man that came to England to help his old friend. Gibbs was a law enforcement agent with the NCIS, part of the American armed forces. He was also a Marine. "Once a marine, always a marine" was his answer when Tonks had asked how that worked since he wasn't enlisted anymore.

Harry had lost faith in the aurors of Britain, not in Tonks and Moody, but in the system. It was refreshing to him to meet a man with such convictions. He was an investigator, he helped people, but he had an underlying passion for his country and for justice. Harry realized that his drive came from his times in the Marines. Unlike so many others in his life, Gibbs had given him a chance to prove himself before judging him based on his age. He'd asked later on and was given the honest answer that Harry was 17 and seemed a bit surprised but had a look of pride as well.

Before he left to go back to DC, Gibbs had told him he'd make him a probie at some point (probie being a probationary agent on his team), and Harry had replied that he'd have to wait till he was done with MI6, as he'd decided to sign up as soon as he was 18. The proud look on Gibbs's face had been well worth it and he'd promised to keep the man updated with what went on in his career and life.

That was months ago now, and Harry had finally received word from the goblins at Gringotts that all of the horcruxes had been destroyed. The goblins had been great with Harry and the meeting they'd had that first day of training would be forever etched in his mind. They'd told him about his inheritances but they'd also discovered a piece of Voldemort's soul attached to him. A simple goblin ritual later and Harry was only Harry and he felt free. He would never know how to thank them properly from finally freeing him physically from that monster.

It also helped that Moody had made him get his eyes fixed and that through a healthy diet and some supplements from a healer, Harry had finally hit his last growth spurt and now stood at 6 feet tall and had put on some muscle.

Now all he had to do was finally free the world from the terrorist he was currently sighting in his sniper scope.

"Harry, looks like we've got incoming, you'd better work fast if you want to get him today. Looks like they're going out for an attack soon." He heard Remus mutter beside him. He looked down the valley to his left and saw that Bill was almost finished taking down the wards that would keep a bullet from entering the house. Moody was covering Bill while he was concentrating but it looked as though they were having the same conversation that he and Remus were finishing.

"Just waiting for Bill. I've got him in my sights, and I know where Malfoy and Greyback are as well in case I get a chance at a shot. Too bad Bellatrix isn't here." Harry said, keeping calm. He knew the more tense he was, the more likely it was that he'd miss when he finally fired.

The people inside the old manor seemed to think something was up and they suddenly started moving out the door. A shimmer ran through the air and Harry knew that the wards were down and this was his moment. His one chance to take down Voldemort before he heightened security even more.

He took a deep breath, slowly let it out and focused on the image in the scope. As he let the breath out, his finger squeezed the trigger and a blast sounded through the sky. Still watching through his scope, Harry saw the bullet hit his target dead center and the evil man fell. This time there was no smoke, no evil laughing, just blood and panic from his followers. He tried to line up a shot of Malfoy but a cry from below had him up at attention quickly with the rifle safety on and slung over his back. The Death Eaters that had been checking the perimeter had stumbled upon Bill and Moody who were putting up a hell of a fight to get away as Bill was exhausted from dropping the wards.

Remus and Harry took off down the hill and started firing off spells while trying to reach their team. They saw Moody take a hit and knew that they had to get to their men faster. Picking up speed, Harry pulled out his handgun in one hand and his wand in the other. He gunned down one of the men while Remus used Reducto to end another. They got to Bill and Moody and saw that while Bill was holding his own, Moody had a knife in the back and was breathing harshly.

Having completed their mission, Remus and Harry grabbed hold of Moody and Bill and used their emergency port keys to get home. They called out to Tonks but didn't get an answer so they went straight to St. Mungos to get help for their fallen comrade.