Summery- Fed up with the Order and Ministries policy of non-action Harry takes off to take matters into his own hands. Shortly thereafter, Death's Bane was borne from a new generation's fury.
Death's Bane
Chapter One: An Idea Born
Harry Potter's POV
Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
I paced the Room of Requirement in front of the gathered members of the DA. "You all are the only sixth and seventh years I would trust with this information. Aside from myself, you all are seventeen. Adults in the eyes of the law, and our Headmaster. Per is his request, I'm offering you all an opportunity to join a society that has existed since the Second Purity War, WWII, or, the war with Grindlewald. The group is dedicated to fighting whatever, or whomever, threatens the sanctity of the wizarding world." I paused and looked at the confused faces, well, Ron and Hermione weren't confused. "Albus Dumbledore created, and still runs this group, and has asked me to extend the invitation to trustworthy people who are members of the DA." Several students, all seventh years were wearing stony and determined expressions. "The Order of the Phoenix is always open to new members willing to fight." I looked around before taking a deep breath. "However, this esteemed Order is unwilling to really fight. They get word of an upcoming battle and spend so much time deliberating on how to fight that by the time they show up they do little more than bury the dead. Then they hold more meetings where they gather information and don't use it! They want to fight but do nothing! They are old, washed up! It's time for our generation to fight back! Form our own group, really do something to Win. This. War!" By the time I'd finished my face was flushed and I'd ended up almost shouting, but something I'd said had clicked and the people sitting around the room looked in agreement.
"Adults and authority figures say we are too young, too inexperienced to fight, after all, they brought Voldemort down the first time. But are we so different than they were? We can fight, and we will." People were nodding now. "We can win this war. We're trained, and we can win. We need to stand up. The Death Eaters are no different than we are. People are afraid to fight so they win. If we stand up to fight we can crush them." I looked around, an almost manic glint in my eye. "Who's with me? Who's willing to stand up and fight along side me? Who's willing to show the Death Eater scum that we will not back down?" Now that I was talking about actually fighting some people looked nervous about going out and fighting. "We can win. Six fourth and fifth years took out almost fifteen Death Eaters. With all of us, we can win."
"There are twenty-six of us!" Someone yelled.
"Is there that few? I remember people graduating last year. I'm in contact with enough of them to get everyone back in. Plus some of those people have older brothers and sisters who would fight." I stood in the middle of the front part of the room. "That means far more than twenty-six. Besides, once people see what we are doing, more will seek us out. We can easily reach one hundred. Join now and fight, and watch our numbers grow."
"But, how will all this be created? Something done on that large of a scale would cost money."
"Indeed it would. Money isn't an issue. The Potter's have plenty, and as I recall, I'm the Head of the Potter Family." I smirked. "I've thought this through very thoroughly."
"How will you know people who join are friendly? Couldn't they just be like, Death Eaters who say they want to bring You-Know-Who down?"
"Death Eaters tend to be marked." I said looking at Cho. "Besides, Legilmancy is sort of like mind-reading. I can use it well enough to tell if a person is lying."
"You can read my mind?" Ernie Macmillan almost yelled.
"No, like I said, I can use it to an extent. If I practice enough I could. Right now I can only tell if a person had shields to prevent somebody from reading their mind and if you are lying or honest." That was a lie, I could read very basic emotions as well. Anger, love, hate, trust. All those would come across if I really thought about it. I still couldn't get thoughts very well.
I continued to answer questions and people started to stop asking so much as how are we going to do this so much as when are we, and that eventually became when can we?
When I lay in my dormitory room that night I could help but feel powerful. All twenty-six people had agreed to join our militia. We already had a name. Death's Bane. It had been Hermione who suggested it oddly enough. The Golden Trio had formed the idea of the group and our main goal was not Voldemort so much as take out the Death Eaters so I could take out Voldemort without them getting in my way. That's where the name came from. We would be the Death Eaters bane. Their fear, worst nightmare, the thing they dreamed about and woke up screaming in fear of.
We were coming. And we were angry as fuck.
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