Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I wish I did……Damn……

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Chapter Two- Eleven Years Earlier

"PUSH! PUSH! PUSH! PUSH, COME ON YOU LAZY MOMMA'S BOYS! PUSH!"

Harry could feel his arms burning, the pressure of his muscle use making him stronger. He tuned out of listening to his Drill Instructor as he started to think about what he had gotten himself into.

Having been in the training camp for only two weeks, his fellow classmates had already thinned down to 46 Privates. A few nights ago they were 56 men strong. Harry continued to push himself having blocked out the surrounding yells and screaming. He didn't hear the Instructors tell the men to stand at ease, and kept pushing himself harder and harder. He felt the sweat bead off his nose as he did another pushup after pushup.

He was still thinking about what Matthews said a few nights ago, before he dropped out of the program. The conversation about the squad that carried Glocks. Harry still wondered if it was true, and couldn't understand why it seemed so important for him to find out more about them.

"PRIVATE! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME! STAND AT ATTENTION!"

Harry shook out of his revere and stood quickly. He could hear his fellow classmates snickering behind his back while he stood stone faced, eyes ahead, with three of his instructors hovering him.

"WHY DID YOU CONTINUE YOUR PUSHUPS MR. POTTER!" One yelled loudly into his ear.

"ARE WE TOO IMPORTANT TO PAY ANY ATTENTION TO, YOU SORRY EXCUSE OF A MAGGOT!"

"NO SIR!" Harry replied, still hearing slight snickers from behind him. Truthfully he didn't really care what they thought of him. He only wanted to get through this program and get an assignment somewhere where he could 'find himself'.

The Lead Instructor, still quietly searching Harry's eyes, yelled "CLASS FALL IN!"

The rest of the classmates fell into attention, standing behind Harry.

"SINCE THE REST OF YOU DUMB PUSSIES DIDN'T FIND IT NESSAEARY TO PUSH YOURSELVES LIKE YOUR MR. POTTER HERE, I WONDER WHY YOUR GIRLS ARE EVEN HERE WASTING MY TIME, MY COUNTRY'S MONEY, AND YOUR LIVES WHEN YOU COULD BE OUT EATING YOUR MOMMA'S APPLE PIE! DRILLING YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S PUSSY! WORKING YOURSELF INTO YOUR DULL AND BORING LIVES! CLASS, YOU ALL DISGUST ME! EVERYONE BUT MR. POTTER, I WANT 15 MILES, NOW!"

Harry stood still at attention, not sure what was happening. He thought that his instructor's would give him something worst for not paying attention. When he heard the other two instructors' and the rest of his class start chanting off he had no idea what was happening.

"Potter, follow me." the lead instructor ordered.

Harry followed him into what were the camp classrooms and into a small office with two desks, and several piles of paperwork.

"Mr. Potter, I want to ask you why you are still here, why did you volunteer for this duty?'

"Sir? I'm just…I, …"

The officer sat at a desk watching Harry closely.

"We run background checks and check the histories of our new recruits. Never have I seen anyone with a history like yours, Mr. Potter."

Harry started to feel uncomfortable. He never thought of creating a history for himself, only having conjured a fake ID saying he was from Texas and that he was 19. He started to panic slightly, wondering what was going to happen.

"Sir, I can explain…I just…"

"No, please don't. I don't want to hear it. If you seemingly have no history at all, I figure there must be a good reason for that. You are from Texas right?" At Harry's nod the instructor continued, "Well good people come from Texas, I'm from Texas, so I'm going to trust you son. While you have no history, you have been pretty damn impressive here."

Harry looked dumbstruck, wondering if he was getting thrown out of the program or not. His body movements gave him away to the older solider sitting in front of him.

"Calm down Private." The instructor seemed to have read Harry's mind. "The fact of the matter is that you are the smallest man in your class, yet somehow you are the strongest. I still don't think I've really seen you truly pushed to your max. I don't think I really care to know how you do it; Potter, you will be a good solider someday. First I just have to get you though boot camp."

Harry started to breathe easier, letting his face show relief. He knew he was the smallest because he was still 17! It didn't help that he was starved for most of his young life either. Most of his other classmates with 19 and in their early 20's. As for being the strongest, Harry knew it was his reserve magic that had kept him going, allowing him to push his small frame harder and harder.

"In fact Private, I wanted to give you something." Harry watched as the man opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a small box.

"Mr. Potter, every class has to have their leader, someone to help them through the camp. I want you to be that person within your class."

Harry looked on as the man opened the small box pulling out a small sliver stripe, looking like an upside down wide V. He stood still at attention when the solider walked to him and pinned it on his collar. The older man then gave Harry four more wide V's, this time longer and gold colored.

"Sir?" Harry questioned.

"No questions Mr. Potter. I just gave you another rank. You're now a Private First Class. This class is to follow you. If they have any need for help, you are to give it to them. In particular, I want you to work with some of the weaker members who are still here. We lost already a few good men because of some of these guys having had held them back slightly. But I make these guys quit, and no cannot get back the guys that left already. Do you understand?"

Harry thought quickly, seeing nothing odd about the request. He could make his class work together and make them more efficient as a group. "Yes Sir."

"Good, now it's Friday, and some of the guys that are doing well are going to get weekend passes out to town. You Harry, since you'll be working with the men closer in the following weeks will have to forfeit your weekends to stay on camp and help train the weaker guys. Do you agree to that?"

At Harry's nod, the soldier continued, "Okay then. Since I'm in a good mood, I will be giving you this weekend for yourself." He gave Harry a bundle of papers. At the top was his name with about a 20 more slips. "Please distribute the rest to your classmates, get them used to the fact that they will have to follow you now, get them to understand that you will be one of those responsible for making them soldiers. Understood?"

"Sir, Yes Sir."

"You're dismissed. Have a good time in town." The old soldier smiled.

Harry turned and walked back to his bunkhouse. The rest of his classmates were still out running the 15 miles. Harry felt bad that he wasn't with them, but he was also glad to have some time to himself, for he was tired and sticky from the training he was doing. Deciding to take a shower, he gathered his bath stuff and walked to the shower room.

He shortly finished his hot shower, feeling better he quickly got himself dressed in army sweat pants, forgoing a shirt. He was still alone in his bunk house, so he figured he would sew the gold stripe's he received from the Lead Instructor to his shirts. He was nearly finished when he heard the rest of his class enter into the bunk house, several of them falling onto their bunks. The 15 mile run took what little strength they had left.

"Everyone doing ok?" Harry asked aloud.

Many of the classmates shot him dirty looks for having gotten out of the run, but a few just groaned that they were fine. It appeared that they had lost another of their number. A Private from Maine had dropped out of the program. Harry felt bad wondering what had happened that he would have done that.

"Hey guys listen up. I got some good news and bad news. The good news is that we are getting the weekend off." The classmates by now had noticed Harry's stripes, or heard the whispering about it. "The bad news is that some of you guys are not getting a weekend pass to go off base." At this, everyone looked attentively towards Harry.

"If I call your name, you have been given a weekend pass, Powell, Ryan, Manzi, Cruz…" Harry kept calling out names till he got to the last slip. "…Young…" Harry realized that Young was the one whom dropped out at the run. He stared at the slip, wondering still why someone would have dropped out when he had a break coming. 'Fuck! This is going to be hard,' Harry cursed to himself. "I guess he isn't here anymore."

The bunkhouse was quiet as they looked over to Young's bed, already stripped and his lockbox gone.

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