A/N: So I just wanted to share this. I don't have a full plot laid out yet, but I do have at least half. I have already started on the next chapter. But before I get too far into it, I'd like to know if this is something people would be interested in reading.

The plot will be Harry, with military training. It will include a villain, some action, romance, a pairing. I'm leaning towards Harry/Hermione.

So if this is something you'd like me to continue, please let me know and I'll get a move on to get it finished.

Chapter 1

The large building was noisy. There were people chattering all over, lounging on the benches and chairs. People camped out on the floor, sleeping on their coats, backpacks used as pillows. Kids running around, and babies crying. It was loud, and chaotic, yet it all made some sense. There was a purpose to it. There were people excitedly talking about the new adventures they would be going on. The places they would see and the memories they would make.

One lone young man was sitting one a four person bench. Staring gloomily into space. Not really paying attention to his surroundings. He was not the tallest young man. Average height. Only sleightly thicker shoulders and arms then normal. Wiry looking, almost like a gymnast. Not one of those thin floor gymnasts, more like one of the ones who can do handstands on the rings. Amongst all the excited chatter, he was the sole long face. There was a dullness to his green eyes. Those eyes had a look about them, almost as if they should be able to look right into your soul. But today, they were blank. His name was Harry Potter.

And today was not his best day.

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Harry was blindly staring into space. Thinking about absolutely nothing. He had stopped thinking a while ago. His thinking inevitably led his mind back onto what he had witnessed mere hours ago. And he did not want to think about that. He did not think his heart could break any more than it already had.

His silent stare into the backrest of the seat in front of him was interrupted by the 'thud' sound of a heavy duffel bag being placed on the floor near his feet and someone sitting down carefully next to him. Blinking his eyes a few times to regain some coherent thought, he glanced up into the crowd, and upon realizing what had drawn his attention, he turned his head to the left and spotted the older gentleman sitting beside him. Looking at his face, you would think he was just a regular older English gentleman. Short and stocky. Dark hair, with shades of grey making their appearance. A trim, neat moustache. But what really drew the attention was the uniform. Harry hadn't seen many people in uniform and had trouble recognizing this one. The only distinguishing factor was the patch on his left shoulder, showing a wing and a dagger, the motto 'Who dares, wins' below that and the epaulettes showing the man's rank. Not that he knew what that rank was. After his brief examination Harry tried to turn back to his staring at the chair in front of him, before the man's voice drew his attention back.

"You don't seem to be very excited about going to Paris."

It took Harry a few seconds to realize the man was talking to him, before he could reply.

"I'm not very excited to be going." Harry could hear the roughness in his voice.

With a glance at the young man next to him, the soldier realized the problem immediately. He had seen enough of his men go through the same thing before to see the signs. The slumped shoulders. Tired, emotionless eyes. Raw voice. Yes, he had seen this all before.

"It's never easy is it? Would you like to talk about it? That bar over there has some good scotch."

Harry just took another expressionless look at the man, wondering if the man really knew what he was going through. He was sure the soldier didn't, but not having been brought around alcohol and drinking, except for Aunt Marge of course, he had never really tried drinking. But he had of course heard how drinking helped in these kinds of cases. With another slow look around at all the excited chatter going on around them, Harry thought a scotch sounded like a good idea. With a grunt, and a nod toward the nearby O'Reilleys Bar next to their gate, Harry led the way towards the bar counter, not waiting or checking if the Soldier was following him. He found two empty stools near the end of the bar and sat down on one. The soldier calmly took the stool next to him and got the bartenders attention by raising two fingers and a short point to the bottle standing along on the top shelf. With a glance at the soldier and the bottle, the bartender gave a short nod and got to work pouring the two glasses.

Harry stared down into the glass of golden liquid, turning the glass between his fingers, this way and that, causing the liquid to roll up against the sides of the glass like waves crashing. With a deep sigh, he lifted it, and poured it down his throat. The burning sensation made his eyes water, but he held the cough that wanted to burst out his lips in, by pure force of will.

"I've seen that look on your face before. Many times. Emotionless eyes. Slumped shoulders. Tight jaw. I know what you're going through. Many of my men have gone through the same thing."

Harry just glanced at the man sitting next to him. Not saying anything for a few minutes, before offering his first contribution to the conversation. "What men are you talking about?"

With a nod of acknowledgment for the bartender who refilled both glasses, the man replied:

"I am Sergeant Major Mike Donalds. I am a recruitment officer for the Special Air Services. When I have recruited men, they are mine for 5 weeks of their training, and I become responsible for them after they qualify. I have seen many soldiers who have gone through exactly what you're going through. Nothing you can tell me, would be new. I've heard it all."

"What is it you think I'm going through? You don't know me!" Harry interrupted as he glared at Mike.

After a sigh, the older man glanced at Harry again. His eyes showing a painful wisdom in them.

"You have the look of one who's been betrayed, who's been hurt and your heart torn to shreds. You have the look of a man who has reached rock bottom. You look like a man running away. The men I recruit and train spend many weeks away from home. Away from girlfriends and wives. Their families. More than one has come back from home-leave with that same look in their eyes. Wives and girlfriends are not always as faithful as they should be."

With another glance to the young man seated beside him, taking note that he was still listening, Mike asked again.

"Why don't you tell me what happened."

Harry hadn't wanted to share anything, it was all so fresh. He could still feel the pain in his heart. The tears behind his eyes that he was desperate to let go. After draining his second glass of liquid courage, he took a deep breath and started to explain…

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24hrs ago…

"Come on you lot. We need to get going or we won't have enough time to set up!"

Molly Weasley was an expert at organizing her family. She had been doing it for many years, yet for the life of her she never could get them to do anything on time. It was one of her greatest peaves.

Right as she was about to gather the boys one last time, the floo flashed green and emitted the red-haired patriarch of the family, Arthur Weasley.

"Hello molly dear. Sorry I'm late. Had to make a quick stop on the way home. Had to deal with another incident in London." After a hug and kiss on the cheek Molly had a quick look out the window to see how far George and Ron were with the boxes of decorations they had hidden in the shed.

"George and Ron are almost back with the decorations Harry bought. Hermione should be here any minute then we can leave."

Arthur was sitting down with a glass of pumpkin juice as he nodded to his wife that he was paying attention.

"Molly dear, have you heard from Ginny? Harry went to a lot of effort getting her to believe he'd be away tonight for training so he could surprise her with the anniversary dinner."

This was a topic that set Molly off to gushing.

"Oh Arthur, I'm so excited. Ginny did tell me she would be at training with the Chudley Cannons tonight. She has to do all those additional practices before they will allow her to start for them. I can't believe Harry and Ginny have been going out for two years already. Do you think he will propose? Harry has gone through a lot of effort arranging everything for tonight?" She was positively vibrating with the idea of Ginny finally marrying Harry Potter, the-boy-who-conquered.

"Well, he did ask for our permission to ask her, so I'm sure it's only a matter of time. Whether it will be tonight or not, I have no idea."

Arthur was being diplomatic as ever. If he was honest he would love to call Harry his son-in-law, however he had wondered how they had worked as well as they had. Arthur was very observant, and had a lot of life experience. He knew that Ginny was exactly like Molly was when she was Ginny's age, an he didn't see that the assertive, hot-headed woman, was the type of person he could have imagined for Harry. He knew how much Ginny loved the fame and the spotlight, and all the Balls and events that came with dating Harry Potter, but he also knew how much Harry hated that same fame himself. He had seen the disinterest in Harrys face during the previous Remembrance Ball held in May. After the short discussion they had there, Arthur knew that Harry was only there because Ginny had guilt tripped him into it.

Arthurs musing was interrupted by the green flash of the fireplace as Hermione stepped out at the same time that George and Ron finally made it back into the house with the decorations. After a round of greetings from everyone, they prepared to leave en masse to Potter Place, the three story duplex Harry was renting in London.

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Ginny was moaning as she felt his hands rubbing up her legs to her sides, she felt the thrill of pleasure as she felt his tongue on her neck as they grunted together, their sweaty bodies rubbing and grinding together. Her mind was numb as he made her reach levels of pleasure.

She was surprised how much pleasure she could handle right at the moment, as they had been at it for most of the day already. It had started in the bedroom, when he came over, early from work, which was a surprise for her, then moved into the shower, and then the dining room where they were now. The food that was on the table long forgotten.

She should have been at the training with the Cannons, but decided to skip it today. After all it was her anniversary and she felt she deserved some love and affection today of all days. The Cannons would understand. It didn't occur to her that she had only even been drafted, albeit with a very tight training schedule due to the influence of Harry Potter, after every other team had turned her down for not being good enough for Pro level she would take what she could get for now. Once she was married, she could buy the team if she desired. Harry had always been overly generous with his money, but she hadn't wanted to become too dependent on that until they had officially married.

She had just started to fall over into pure bliss, when a sound at the other end of the dining room pulled her attention.

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Hermione was the last person out of the floo into Harry place, where she crashed right into the back of Ron who was still standing in front of where she had just walked out.

"Oomph, Sorry Ron, Why are you standing blocking the fireplace." As she rubbed her chest where she had walked into Ron's elbow she noticed the sound of shouting, and all the Weasleys still standing around the exit of the Floo.

"What happened? Why is everyone shouting?" she asked as she made her way around Ron, and then George to see what was going on. It was as she got next to Arthur that she saw that it was Mrs. Weasley and Ginny shouting at each other. A very naked Ginny, hiding behind a very naked… not Harry Potter. She blushed to the roots of her hair as she took in the site of Ginny Weasley standing with her hands on her hips shouting across the room at Mrs. Weasley who was also standing in an identical pose shouting right back. She didn't immediately recognize the man standing trying to hide is much larger, naked body behind the still small and petite form of Ginny, but after a second longer look she recognized him. Cormac McLaggen. It took a few more seconds before she could make sense of the words they were shouting about.

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As Mrs. Weasley stepped out of the floo, she saw a sight no mother ever wanted to see. Her eyes locked onto Ginny's immediately as she stepped out of the floo. It took a few seconds for her brain to complete the facts to the images she was receiving. Her daughter was having sex, right on the dining room table. The man's blond hair and much larger body took a few more seconds for her brain to compute. It was only about 5 seconds later that she realized the full scope of what she was seeing. Ginny was having sex with a man that wasn't Harry.

That's when the shouting started.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley! What are you doing with that man?"

"What does it look like I'm doing mother! I was having quite enjoyable sex" Ginny was quick to untangle herself and get to her famous pose. She was not in the least daunted by her mother having caught her. It was more her mother treating her like a child that bothered her.

"What if Harry found out Ginny, you could ruin everything. Quickly, get him out of here before Harry comes home. None of us will tell him." Molly had already started shooing Arthur and the boys to the door as she started making decisions on how to fix everything. She really didn't want Harry to find out about this. Ginny would never find a man quite like him. He was such a good boy.

Ginny however was having none of it. "So what if he does find out. It's not like we're married yet, and you know what he's like. I've been sleeping around for over a year and he's never even had a clue. Even if he did, he'd probably just forgive me anyway."

It was at that moment that she realized something important.

With narrowed eyes at her family, of which the men were all still averting their eyes, and Molly standing next to an open mouthed gob-smacked Hermione she asked the question she should have asked first.

"Wait, what the bloody hell are you all doing here anyway?"

It was into this scene that the floo flashed green again and Bill and Fleur stepped into the dining room. Bill was about to make his greetings when he looked up and saw his sister, naked, with an equally naked man hiding right behind her. His greeting got caught in his throat as he gaped at the awkward scene they had walked into. He was in such shock that the he jumped about a foot as the dining room door slammed open with a crash.

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Harry Potter was having a good day. He had managed to get the rest of his training day cancelled due to his pending party that evening. Sometimes it pays to be famous. He had stopped in muggle London where picked up the ring he had made for Ginny. It was perfect for her he thought. A simple solitaire ring with a brilliant cut of diamond. It was beautiful. He made a quick stop in Diagon Alley to have the ring enchanted to auto-size, and be charmed to be impervious to damage. He made one last stop to pick up the new Thunderbolt Broom he had ordered for her. It was the very first one off the factory floor.

With that done, he made his way to the apparition spot so he could head home. He should even be in time to help the Weasleys set up the decorations for the surprise party he had planned for Ginny for their anniversary. It was difficult lying to her, it always made him feel guilty, but telling her he would be away for an overnight Auror training exercise was the perfect excuse to throw her off the scent.

He took a deep breath as he materialized under the tree in his backyard. He still hated apparating, especially as he had been practicing doing it quietly as required by his training. He made his way towards the back door. As he was about to enter, he heard some shouting coming from inside. He figured it sounded like Mrs. Weasley but he wasn't quite sure, so he slipped his wand into his hand, silenced his feet, disillusioned himself and slowly stepped into the house. He quietly made his way through the house, following the shouting, of which he could now make out the words.

"…found out Ginny, you could ruin everything. Quickly, get him out of here before Harry comes home. None of us will tell him."

That didn't sound good, and the thought of what exactly was happening was all that made him stop outside the door without going in.

It didn't take long for him to put the facts together from what he was hearing. Ginny had been cheating on him for over a year. She had been playing on his naiveté. Mrs. Weasley was happy to keep him in the dark about it so long as he married Ginny. He want from angry, to sad, to furious to heartbroken to despair all so quickly he wasn't sure what he should be feeling right then and there. He finally settled on a cold furious resignation. It was as he heard the floo roar again that he slammed the door open the rest of the way.

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Hermione was in complete shock with everything she had been hearing. She was frozen, mouth hanging open as she heard the two Weasley woman shouting at each other. She almost didn't even react when she heard that Ginny had been cheating for so long, when she heard that Molly wanted them all to keep it a secret. That was almost worse in her opinion. It was only when Bill and Fleur came in that she managed to get control of herself, and was about to tear in to the two Weasley woman. As she opened her mouth to start her verbal slap down, the dining room door slammed open, causing her to jump and twist to face it.

To face the cold and furious gaze of Harry Potter. His entrance caused everyone to immediately fall silent. It was quiet as a grave as everyone focused on the obviously very insensed Harry.

Hermione had never seen him this angry. He looked like he was almost shaking with suppressed rage. She started slowly moving her hand towards her wand, just in case she needed to cast a shield if he lost control. His reaction at first surprised her. In a quiet, cold dangerous voice he quietly demanded, "Everyone, get out of my house."

He hadn't shouted, but it had almost the same effect. She knew she needed to help her best friend, but at the same time. That voice scared her. She would started to turn to leave hoping everyone would follow suite. Unfortunately they did exactly the wrong thing.

Mrs. Weasley and Ginny's voice almost sounded as one as they clashed to be heard first.

"Harry dear, what are you doing home," Ginny asked as if she hadn't just been caught cheating.

"Harry, we can explain, it isn't what it looks like." Molly was almost pleading as she tried to maneuver herself to block his sight with Ginny and Cormac, who was still hiding.

Hermione knew exactly what was coming and was still caught off guard.

"I SAID EVERYONE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Harry roared.

She cringed as she heard the anger in his voice, but it was the crackling in the air that really got her attention. The room started becoming extremely warm, as the air crackled like in an electric storm. If she wasn't terrified of the house coming down on them, she would have found the mass evacuation of everyone humorous. As it is. Everyone running into the floo or out the door was quiet chaotic.

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Harry was on his 5th scotch as he finished telling his story. Sergeant Major Donaldson had been quietly sipping his second next to the troubled young man, not saying a thing during the whole story.

"So that's what happened. I quit my job. Put my house in storage. Came to the airport and bought a ticket on the next available flight. Which just happened to be Paris." Harry was starting to feel his alcohol, but at least he wasn't angry anymore.

"So what are you going to do when you get to Paris?"

It was a reasonable question. The only problem was there wasn't a reasonable answer.

"I have no idea. I just want to get away. Go be on my own. Do some sightseeing. Maybe join a volunteer expedition somewhere. I'll know when I get there." Harry's plans didn't include anything other then getting away from the wizarding world. He knew some people would be upset, but he at least knew he would be away from people that were always using him or hurting him.

His musings were interrupted by the next question.

"I have a suggestion if you'd like to hear it." The Sergeant Major asked him quietly.

The words that he heard next would be the cause of much rejoicing and hatred over the years to come.

"What do you know about the French Foreign Legion"