This is my first fic I've ever posted...so please flame anything you can think of...I am a pyro after all. And if at all possible, make it BLUE FIRE!!! Or FLAMING SPORK IMPALERS!!!

Thanks to: Foamy the Squirrel, best bud

Chasity...you made me crazy CONGRATULATIONS!!

Mrs. Goff, LA teacher. Congrats on the baby girl! Thanks for the inspiration!

On with the story!!!!

Freedom Fighter

Amber eyes darted alert. Aurora scanned the horizon for any sign of movement. Nothing. Good. They haven't found me...yet...

She looked up at the Castle of Keiko, the haven of the Dark Lord, Voldemort, from her perch on the highest branch of a tree. Rory (a/n nick name for Aurora) knew this place was full of lethal Death Eaters, she could feel a dark aura surrounding the place, and she knew she was alone, but that wasn't what scared her. She simply had to penetrate the walls and survey the area, but a thought kept running through her head. What if I'm caught? What if its someone I know? Parkinson? Bullstrode? Zabini?...Malfoy?

She shivered with the thought of their blood on her hands...but they were at war. Kill anyone who's not with you. Mourn those lost, but never regret killing evil. But who decided who was evil...they were fighting for what they thought was right...there just happened to be opposition.

She sighed and continued looking, trying to figure out the format of the place. It was the perfect fairytale castle. The place she had dreamed she was a princess when she was a little girl... Her innocence was shattered...along with the name. The name Hermione Granger...

"Good 'Ermione!" Remus Lupin (a/n that's his name, right?) said as he applauded her limber movement while dodging curses from a first-class firing battalion. "Hermione, you are learning well and fast. You are learning to think like a warrior and tactician and that is necessary in this war. Logical. Deadly. You have become aware, and it shows in your abilities," Remus said as he sat on a stump. Hermione met his gaze evenly and simply said, "Thank you, Master." "You are ready to leave me. Hell, you have surpassed me!" he said with a weak smile. "However you must leave your whole world behind. Harry. Ron. Hogwarts. And yourself." Hermione nodded solemnly. "Hence, a change in your name is in order, Aurora. Its what I would have named my daughter, had I had one," Lupin whispered. Aurora glanced at him coldly, but her eyes softened and she bestowed upon him a rare slight smile...

So many memories of her start in war only two short months ago. However in that bit of time, she had seen it all: Death, Sorrow, Corruption, and Insanity. She had become a commanding officer in her battalion and a valuable asset to the light side. Her internship over the summer was almost over, so soon she would be returning to Hogwarts for her seventh year. She was upset over this. She knew she had to go back, but her life was now her troops, her love was war, her sorrow were those she had killed. Her children were her comrades. They valued and respected her, but also recognized her as a person, not someone to copy homework from.

Those closest to her were soldiers in her division. Troy, a seventeen-year- old boy with chocolate brown hair that hung loosely into his icy blue eyes. He was well built, but also agile. Troy was her battalions clown and she usually went along with what he did knowing her troops needed some happiness and a good laugh occasionally. However, he was deadly in battle, and armed himself with almost every spell Rory herself knew, but he was forever embarrassing himself in sword duels with Rory. (a/n but NO ONE screamed "Imbarrased!!!" They just laughed at him!)

Ty, Troy's polar opposite, was very attached to her too. He had short dirty blond hair and radiant green eyes and was also seventeen. He was thin and fast, often her messenger or an infiltrator. However, he was totally spontaneous, and went with the flow. He cursed the enemy with the first spell that came into his mind, sometimes giving his victims some...unusual features.

Then, of course, was Calica, Ty's older sister, and the only other female in her division. She was nineteen and had light brown shoulder length hair and the same glowing emerald hues as her brother. She was always correcting him and arguing viciously over something with him. In fact, they were famous for their quarrels throughout camp. They were known to leave some soldiers wide-eyed at their colorful vocabulary. She was a Goth before she signed up. She was, however, still the type of girl who hated the world, but she knew that what certain purebloods were doing was wrong and immediately signed up for the light, despite her pureblood parents.

Rory herself had changed. Her honey tresses had replaced that bushy mouse brown hair. Her warm coffee eyes were now frozen amber ice. She was serious and lethal, but knew how to have fun. In fact, she started a band named Vendetta with Troy switching off on singing and playing guitar, Ty and herself switching off for drums and vocals, and Calica had the bass guitar and keyboard. However, she knew her army looked up to her for support and comfort. She was calm and quick-minded in the worst of times. Rory was known for her tactics and anticipation of the enemy's next move. She was the ideal soldier.

R&R my friends. Or I shall impale you with flaming sporks! If I don't get enough reviews.... I'm gonna continue anyway...so YOU CAN'T STOP ME!! Laughs insanely.

Lady of the Underworld,
Zanza