All it took
The beginning
A/N: this is my first fic, so R/R
Harry Potter was having a bad day. It started when death eater attacks happened simultaneously across the country, causing mass panic nation wide. Although Hogwarts was left unscathed, the last pockets of ministry resistance not directly affiliated with the order were crushed mercilessly, and hundreds were dead in Diagon Alley, Harry's current location. The golden trio had arrived on the scene just before the death toll nation wide went into the thousands. So many people had died, and many more deaths were expected. To everybody's surprise a whole truckload of death eaters had arrived just as the situation was starting to clear up. In what was obviously a planned move, they attempted to bombard the Order members until more help could arrive. Thankfully, a few well placed spells from Arthur Weasley had the surviving death eaters tripping over their own feet to fall back into an empty building. The Order now had them locked in the two tier potion store. They had reached a stalemate however; the ample supply of potions kept the Aurors from storming the building, while an assortment of spells kept the enemy locked up inside. Harry was currently sniping any death eaters stupid enough to show their heads with his dual wands, something he had a natural talent for. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Hermione fire a quick jinx at the death eaters surrounding Ron. Harry watched on in amusement when the men were transformed into squealing babies. Harry knew without asking that she had made the spell herself, something she excelled at (as always). He refocused his attention back to the situation with the potion store, only to see Neville being thrown back for the umpteenth time.
Opening up his mental connection to Hermione, something Ron was intensely jealous of, he messaged I'm going in. Focusing his magic through both wands at once, he muttered knightus magio. Hermione, the genius she was, had come up with the spell herself. It was designed specifically for Harry, the first dual wand user in recorded history (A/N I might be wrong about this). It encased the user in a set of magical armor fashioned from the users own magic. It weighed nothing, and in fact enhanced his speed and reflexes. His wands took on the form of whatever weapons or shields he wished, excluding more modern items like guns and whatnot. This was all they had discovered in weeks of training. Although Hermione preferred to use one wand, for some reason Harry and Hermione could use each others wands perfectly. They had yet to test it out in battle however. Harry's weapons this time were a matching set of double edged swords, his preferred method of combat. He wasted no time in charging the store, smashing death eaters in his wake. The order members stopped and stood staring, watching in awe as Harry broke through the Death Eaters barricades single handedly. Even Ron and Hermione were stunned at the sheer amount of destruction caused. All Ron was thinking about was how much this was going to cost to replace, and how glad he was that Harry, the rich prick, was paying for it. When the whirlwind that was formally known as Harry stopped, Hermione handed him a hastily conjured drink of water. He then proceeded to jump out of his skin when a huge cheer went up from the Order members.
"Great" thought Harry "now all I need to do is find Hermione again and ask her out." Harry had been practicing the speech he wrote for weeks and for the last couple of days had been doing it in front of Ron, the only person who knew of the plan. He turned and spotted Hermione- and his heart stopped. Ron was snogging Hermione right in front of him! The same Ron who had promised not to tell a soul of his plan! As the shock wore off, the familiar feeling of anger stole over him. How dare he! He put on a straight face and looked away, only to see a grinning Mrs. Weasley and Ginny, who was winking seductively at him. As realization stole over him, he knew what he must do. Fueled by his rage, he apparated straight through the wards of Riddle Manor.
He knocked on the front door, and waited for someone to open it. He promptly stunned Antonin Dolohov, and strode inside. A quick diffindo took care of Bellatrix Lestrange along with the entire Malfoy family. As he hunted his way through the manor, he wondered why Ron had betrayed him. Quickly dispatching a pack of werewolves, he blew open the door to Lord Voldemort's throne room. Summoning his armor, he barely had time to notice it had turned black before his rage overtook him. Rage against the man that stood in front of him for killing his parents. Rage at the Dursleys for treating him like a slave, and Dumbledore for placing him with them in the first place. And most of all rage at a certain Ronald Billius Weasley for betraying his trust and his friendship. Harry hunched over, before straightening up and releasing an explosion of magic. The last thing he remembered before the world went black was seeing Voldemort's head thump to the floor in front of him.