Summer Summary: After Harry departed from the train station with his relatives, Harry begins his destiny into becoming the weapon to defeat Voldemort. On his way to become stronger, Harry discovers the Betrayal from his most trusted friends and family and at the same time his newly powers awaken…..

Harry Potter: The Rise of the Grey Mage

Chapter 1

Beginning of summer

Harry listened silently as the Dursley's yelled at each other from the kitchen. They were screaming and shouting at each other on who should go do chores and cook dinner since Dudley was doing a very bad job taking care of the garden now, since Harry was protected by the threat from the Order of the Phoenix. It felt peaceful during his past Holiday ever since his Aunt and Uncle couldn't order him around.

True, he was sad that Sirius passed away, but he knew he shouldn't mourn or waste away in his sorrows. Sirius wouldn't want that, nor would Harry if he was the one who died. He wouldn't have wanted Sirius mourning for his death either.

Death…

Hell, Sirius should be happy now that he left this world. He could go live on in peace and meet his parents again and was no longer locked up under Dumbledore's surveillance. Harry himself wouldn't have minded if he was the one that fell through the veil, but he knew he couldn't die, not yet. Now someone would wonder why he wouldn't mind dying… Easy, he had nothing else to live for.

What's the point of living when everything you ever cared for has shattered your heart? However he knew he couldn't die… he had to deal with Voldemort first now that the Prophecy was revealed to him. He hated how Dumbledore had kept it as a secret from him. Dumbledore did had some right for keeping it away from him, but Harry wondered, did he have more secrets that were hidden from him? He probably did, knowing how Dumbledore hid the Prophecy from him until Sirius died.

Harry rolled his eyes thinking about him. He should have realized how Dumbledore had been planning to turn him into a soldier or whatever the man was planning. Why else when he sent him to 10 years of pain and suffering at the Dursley's, instead of letting him be raised as a spoiled prince, in whom he was kind of glad he wasn't spoiled. Then there was the Sorcerer stone as well. The puzzles and enchantments that protected the stone were too basic. How could three first years figure out how to find the Sorcerer stone when Dumbledore should have destroyed first hand instead of keeping it under protection?

Here he was now, sitting outside of Privet Drive in the front lawn at night staring at the beautiful stars while listening to his Aunt telling Dudley that he was going to continue doing chores for now on. Harry laughed at the thought of Dudley doing chores. He couldn't help but compare that to Hagrid training a troll to dance Ballet.

On the way home from the train station, Harry learned from his Aunt and Uncle how Dudley lost his boxing champion respect because he was caught taking and selling drugs and beating up little kids in the neighborhood.

A few days after Harry returned home, Dudley was put on probation and house arrest by the neighborhood police. It was finally revealed to the neighborhood that Harry wasn't the criminal, it was Dudley. When the local police came by to arrest Dudley, who was accused of seriously hurting little children, the police had confronted the Dursley's on their front lawn, where the entire neighborhood could see and hear. The Dursley's had tried to point fingers saying it was Harry because he went to St. Brutus.

The police who came to arrest Dudley rolled their eyes and told his aunt and uncle they had pictures and footage of Dudley when he would smoke and sell drugs. And the parents of the children that was getting beat up would identify it was Dudley.

The Police had then told his aunt and uncle they had no information on a person named Harry Potter that attended St. Brutus during the last 20 years or of any Harry Potter doing any crime in England. The only information they got on Harry Potter was that he attended a Boarding School in Scotland for people who had special talents and were geniuses.

This told most of the neighborhood adults that Petunia's 'bad boy nephew' was the not troublesome kid that she had warned them about. It made sense to the whole neighborhood, Harry was a smart and kind boy, and he was never the trouble maker. How could he have become a criminal when he was such a polite and smart person in elementary school?

Harry was later given apologies all around town and they started to treat him more kindly not that it made any difference to him. Of course his aunt and uncle had been enraged knowing that Harry was no longer known as a criminal but their son was.

Now here he was, only a week of summer had passed. It had been a long week with the 'Dudley incident.' Harry had begun working out ever since he returned from the station. He of course had small muscles from Quidditch; however, he was always easily exhausted because of his small body. So of course he had spent most of his time trying to increase his lung capacity so he could have more stamina. He did not hesitate using Dudley's workout machine.

Earlier today, he had signed up for Martial Arts class. When his family had rejected the idea, all Harry had to do was grimly inform them about his bodyguards, who were just outside under invisibility. Uncle Vernon was furious of course; however he had kept it to himself and began ignoring him but his face would turn puce whenever he saw Harry.

His thoughts were interrupted when he sensed someone approaching him silently. Harry quickly rolled over and pulled out his newly acquired pocket knife from Dudley's trash.

"Who's there?" Harry hissed.

A moment of silence…

"It's me Potter. Nice reflexes. I must be getting old if a student still at Hogwarts can detect me." Moody growled as he removed the invisibility cloak.

Harry didn't even look surprise; he still had his pocket knife in hand read to use it.

"How do I know you're the real Moody, and that you just didn't stun my body guard and used his hair as Poly-juice?" Harry asked.

After he had return from the train station, Harry wasn't kind surprised see that he still had bodyguards at his heels. It seemed the old coot aka 'Dumblecock' had ignored his so called promise of not keeping Harry in the Dark.

Harry on the other hand just ignored them and kept silent and pretended they weren't there. Harry had kept his face expressionless and cold with his mind blank as possible. From what he understood, Dumbledore wrote him a long letter saying no one could send or receive any post, due to the dangers that were involved, and he was to give a letter to his guards every three days. Harry was enraged to find out that Dumbledore was doing this to him.

Dumbledore apologized in the letter telling him it was for his safety. Harry wasn't even allowed to get the Daily Prophet anymore. He was just clueless of what was going on in the Wizard world as the muggles were. Because of this, he became bitter and hateful toward those who allied themselves with Dumbledore.

Out of all the guards that would watch him, Harry would only talk to Mad-eye Moody due to the fact that the retired auror had made up his mind that Harry needed training and he helped him by giving him tips every now and then together with some auror and unspeakable training books.

Moody began to growl at him, "Smart Potter, constant vigilance! As for proof, I was one of your escorts last summer and I showed you a picture of our entire Organization from the last war during the summer."

Harry nodded in relief and slowly lowered his pocket knife, however Moody spoke.

"So how do I know it's you then Potter?" Moody grinned.

Harry smirked.

"When you escorted me last summer, you told us to not keep our wands in our back pockets or we'll blow buttock, so that's why I bought a wand holster and at HQ, half-way through Ron and Hermione's Prefect celebration, Mrs. Weasley was fighting a Boggart."

Moody growled happily and nodded.

"So what are you here for Moody? You're not here to just say good night, if so, good night to you to." Harry said sarcastically.

Moody shook his head chuckling.

"You have a sharp tongue Potter. You should know it's dangerous of you to stay outside of your house late at night."

Harry chuckled.

"From what I understand, I'm right outside my home and in the front yard. The blood wards that are protecting my house, they travel as far as at least a 5 mile radius. I doubt anyone can attack me."

Moody growled at his over-confidence.

"It didn't help you last year when Dementors attacked you."

Harry shook his head in shame.

"That was because I wasn't within the Area of Effect. So it didn't protect me. Anyone who holds malice or hated against me cannot even penetrate the blood wards, or so Dumblecock said." Harry gritted his teeth in frustration.

Moody caught the hatred tone when he heard the boy said Dumbledore's name and chuckled at the nick name he had used.

"I understand why you hate Dumbledore lad; there are times when I detest how he runs things. Like how he let that stupid woman Umbitch become the DADA teacher. I'm surprised he didn't bother asking me again for the position, I wouldn't have minded, however those Ministry idiots didn't think I could handle it."

Harry loosing his cold expressionless face gave a surprised look.

"Don't look so surprised their lad. I'm not the only one that thinks he's off his rocker sometimes. Just so you know, I'll be the new DADA teacher this year. So be grateful, I'll be teaching you all constant vigilance this year."

Harry nodded, but he knew Moody wasn't here to tell him that.

"So what are you really here to talk to me about for? I know you're not here because you want to tell me that you're the new DADA teacher."

Moody looked at him sharply.

"Hmmm… you're sharper then you look Potter. I guess you're not 100 percent Gryffindor are you?"

Harry smirked.

"The Sorting hat wanted to put me in Slytherin."

Harry said proudly. He wasn't sure why he would be proud of it, but he was just proud.

Moody chuckled.

"Ha-ha… ha-ha… imagine that, Harry Potter, Savior and Champion of Light was a Slytherin."

Harry couldn't help but chuckle along.

After then were doing joking around, Moody finally got serious. Harry couldn't help but be somber too after seeing his expression.

"Look lad, my shift doesn't end until another 30 minutes. So we'll make this quick. I see that you have started using your cousin's work-out set, weight lifting and going running around the block within the Protection field. That's good; however, weight lifting doesn't build much strength as you think, muscle mass, yes, strength, no. I want you to do push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups as well. Try to run around the block as much as you can. In the first 2 weeks, I suspect you to be running around the block up to a mile. That'll increase your muscles in a better way for when you start Martial Arts Class tomorrow. Focus hard in Martial Arts boy. I don't know any wizards or witches, who have learned Martial Arts, but I know when you learn it, you'll take your enemies by surprised when they think you have no wand and are just useless."

Harry nodded while Moody continued.

"Another thing I will be teaching you is apparition….."

Harry interrupted the Ex-Auror.

"Apparition, I can't. It's illegal for one. From what I learned from Hermione, the Ministry has a magical sensor that detects students who are under-age and shouldn't be apparating." Harry said with a confused look."

Moody laughed.

"Foolish boy, what have they been teaching you at Hogwarts? There is another way in apparating Potter. It's just harder. However, knowing you, I know you can do it. As you know, most wizards and witches need their wands to apparate correct? It's called Wand-apparition."

Seeing Harry's nod, he continued.

"You'll be learning how to apparate wandlessly and with a wand but first let me solve this little problem of yours concerning underage magic now give ne your wand Lad."

Harry handed his wand to Mad-eye Moody without any complaint but watched carefully in an attempt to see what he was going to do with it.

"Tego texi tectum ex Magia astomini Deprehensio. Well that should remove any detection of magic done from this wand by the ministry" Moody said he watched a reddish mist rise from the wand and disappeared.

"Did you just do what I think you just did Professor Moody?" Harry asked wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Don't worry about under-age now lad, anyway you will tell this to nobody do you hear me Potter? 'Seeing Harry Promise him, he continued' I will advise you though do not use magic in your bedroom because Albus has got magic detectors in your room and he will know if you use magic in that god-forsaken bedroom of yours. I'll recommend that you either move to the attic or basement if you want to practice magic." Moody warned as his magical eye looked around for any signs of Order members.

"Thanks Professor." Harry articulated as he received his wand from the retired auror.

"No problem Lad, just don't tell anyone EVEN if they are your best friends I'll tell you why the next time I come." Moody drawled before apparating away with a soft pop living a bewildered Harry behind.