Harry Potter and the Blood Wars
By: CovertOps
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Case Closed.
It has been seven years, seven long years of hell, the years that did not include his years attending Hogwarts, or the years of the first war. Many lives were lost during this period, and during this period he buried many of his friends and searched for many more who were prisoners of war.
Harry sat on his cot in his room. His headquarters was in central London; a muggle part of London. The magical part was no longer safe; then again neither was the area he was currently in, the Fidelius charm was their main protection.
Harry took a long drag on his cigarette and slowly exhaled; he hated his life since the day he was born and he knew it was not going to get better anytime soon. A simple vague prophesy controlled his life and he could not do a thing about it. No matter how many men or women he killed or saved. They could no longer keep the war contained in England or even Europe. It was a magical world war and every day someone was killed, raped, or taken as a prisoner.
Voldemort had risen to full power and now controlled their central government. Harry was part of one of many factions trying to fight for their lives and freedom. He could not believe that this all began since before he was born and he was now twenty-four.
It was not his fault that this war was still going on, he knew that Dumbledore had expected him to finish Voldmemort off when he was at the end of his Hogwarts career. But he was never trained, most of his training came from the war itself, he learned how to kill during this war, his spell arsenal increased because of this war. If he knew what he did now seven years ago, maybe he would have stood a better chance against Voldemort. Though that did not solve the question, what is "the power he knows not."
Harry let a tear flow down his face. Most of his friends and family were gone because of this war. They took his parents, Sirius, and all the Weasleys except Ron and the Weasley twins. They had captured Hermione five months ago and again he was unable to save a person about whom he cared. He knew she was probably dead, but he would not give up hope that he could save her.
Harry took another drag of his cigarette and stood up. He flicked his cigarette on his floor and stepped on it to put it out. Checking for his wand that was holstered at his side and his second wand that he strapped into his boot. Holstered into his belt was a Glock 20. Harry had two plausible reasons for carrying a firearm with him.
Several years ago Voldemort managed to gain control of the Werewolves, sadly this included Remus Lupin. Harry remembered the last thing Lupin told him, if he were to meet him, he should kill him and set him free. He vowed that he would, he and Lupin both knew there was no way to cure him or break the bond the Dark Lord had over him.
This never stopped Hermione while she was still free though, she spent hours everyday researching the subject. She and Harry had more than several arguments on it.
Harry's second reason for carrying the pistol was that Death Eaters would never suspect a muggle killing device to be so effective. An added bonus was that it could fire underwater. Harry carried three magazines of bullets, two of regular 9x19mm bullets and one of his own castings of silver bullets.
It was not a good time for the light side, the majority of the light wizards were broken into different factions. All had different ideas and beliefs on how to go about the war. Some believed that they could not kill or they would be just like the dark side. Some wanted to stay underground and wait it all out. Then there were those like Harry and his group, kill them all, they did not deserve to live.
He had the largest group, sadly it was not enough, he knew that if they were to win the light side had to unite. As it was looking now, it did not look too good. Harry knew it was up to him and his friends to do their part and take out as many of those murderers and rapists as they could. Though it would not be over until Harry finally destroyed Voldemort.
Harry walked out of his bedroom and down the dismal hallway toward the conference room. Earlier that day Death Eaters had struck a neighborhood not too far away from where they were and it was time for them to decide.
When Harry entered the conference room, he noticed many top fighters of their faction were already present. Ron, Fred, and George were sitting in their designated places at the conference table talking in hushed whispers. Tonks and Shacklebolt, two of the last Aurors were in the corner o arguing over the next step of their operations. Mad-Eye Moody, the oldest and most experienced in fighting the dark arts was currently asleep in the corner of the room. Even a man who chanted constant vigilance needed a break once in awhile.
Harry walked to the table and sat at the head of it, looking at the three brothers with a smile on his face. "At least the Weasley family still has a chance to survive" Harry thought as he idly sat there watching them talk. Harry even broke a smile when George thumped Ron on the top of the head. "Some things will never change" Harry said gruffly but with a touch of humor.
Ron turned to Harry and gave a toothy grin "Yeah, especially not these two gits."
Fred and George looked at one another and shrugged.
Soon this banter ended though as the door opened and the last person they were waiting for entered the room. Severus Snape glided into the room and promptly sat down, he was never one for chatting, just making his big entrance and getting down to business. Snape looked over to Harry and nodded, "It seems we can start this little meeting Potter."
It took almost five years for Harry and Snape to gain a civil relationship, and after another year they became an odd sort of friends. "You two come over here so we can get things started" Harry called over to Shacklebolt and Tonks.
Every time Harry saw Tonks, his heart went out for her loss or Remus, her first and only love. He did not think he could look her in the eye if the time came for him to fire his bullet into Remus.
Ron slapped his arm shook Harry out of his reverie, "Focus Harry."
Harry looked sheepish for a moment before hardening his face and looking gravely at the seven other occupants of the room. "As you know, earlier today there was an attack in a muggle neighborhood about two miles from here. There has been a pattern in the recent attacks and I feel that Voldemort is on a search and destroy mission. He is getting restless, he is coming after me and it seems he is getting close."
Harry stopped his briefing for a moment to gauge the reactions of the other leaders of the faction. There were none, but they felt the same way he did then. "I feel it is time to transfer our headquarters to outside of London; the plus side is that we will be safe, the negative side is that we will cut our resource of information since we will no longer be stationed in the central area of London."
Ron took the next pause to speak "What if we break our force into two separate forces, half of us leaves here and half of us stay, I mean we are still under the Fidelis charm aren't we?"
Harry sighed "Our secret keeper was Hermione"
There was a collective gasp from the group around the room, only Harry and Hermione knew who the secret keeper was. They had informed everyone through paper to make sure that the secret keeper's identity was hidden.
"Why did you wait five months to tell us this Harry? We need to leave as soon as possible, after seven years of war and seven years before that fighting Voldemort's schemes you should know better." Tonks said angrily, her eyes were glaring into Harry's and he had to avert his gaze.
"I thought I could get her back before any real danger arose, I was wrong."
Everyone nodded and looked solemn for a moment. They all knew that Hermione was the one person Harry could talk to and now that she was gone he was much different. "I do not like to think that Hermione would give away the secret, but I cannot take the risk"
"Where do we go?" George asked.
Harry looked around the room for suggestions where to go, and then it suddenly hit Harry. "The ruins of Hogwarts Castle, we can get into the chamber of secrets, only one other person alive has access to it. Later we can create a second entrance to allow the rest to get in."
Moody and Shacklebolt did not agree. The castle was a high risk area. "Potter, do you think that Voldemort has not been back in there? Surely he has forces stationed there to make sure no one goes back." Alastor said, he was unwilling to risk casualties just to gain a new headquarters.
Harry nodded and slumped back into his chair. "What do you all suggest then?"
A silence permeated through the air as everyone thought about where to go. No one spoke for what seemed forever until it was Snape who spoke up next. "There is no place we can go on such short notice that would supply enough protection. I say we remain here and fortify it."
Everyone looked up in shock, "Would you risk the lives of everyone who lives here?" Tonks asked
Snape smirked "Do not be so foolish, Granger would give up her life before revealing the secret to the Dark Lord. I am surprised Potter does not put more faith in her."
Harry was livid at Snape "You and I both know that Voldemort has more than one way of gaining information from a person. He will break her mind and she will gladly give it up. The only reason I was not the secret keeper is because me and Voldemort still share this link." Harry pointed at his scar as he glared straight through Snape's head.
They cut their meeting short however as they heard a burst of gunfire. They did not share a look or word of voice as they all rushed out of the room and toward the main room of the warehouse. It had been Harry's idea several years ago to use squibs to help fight the war. They were capable of fighting and they deserved to protect their freedom from Voldemort.
Harry, Fred, and George walked up to a guard by the doorway "What is going on?" Harry yelled as he grabbed the soldier by the collar.
The guard looked nervous "Death Eaters sir, they have been searching closer to the warehouse, they do not know the location but I think they have the general idea."
Harry shoved the guard into the wall and turned and ran up stairs and into his room. He grabbed his dragon hide vest and cloak. He then grabbed the second weapon of his muggle arsenal, the L96A1 Sniper Rifle. Harry put it over his shoulder and grabbed one extra magazine.
George and Fred were waiting outside of his doorway and looked at the rifle with a weird look "I will never understand why you use a muggle weapon over magic." Fred never took to the rifles like George did, who also had a Glock on him at all times.
"You can't dodge bullets."
Harry walked down to the back of the warehouse and walked up a second flight of stairs and onto the roof of the warehouse. The warehouse was fortified on all sides with the roof included, there was a panel glass dome where you could see down into it. The roof was covered in gravel and the roof rose up on the edges.
Harry went to the west side of the warehouse and kneeled down behind the edge and scanned the area. "You know the drill Fred and George, go grab Ron and three others and patrol the area. Stay in the shadows and do not be stupid."
Fred and George patted Harry on the shoulder "Now why would we go on and do something foolish. We've been perfect angels our whole life it's not like we're a couple of goofballs."
Harry just raised his eyebrow and smirked and sent them on their way. At least he knew that no matter what happened they would still be two cheerful brothers who loved a good joke. That's when he looked down and noticed that his arms were green. He conjured a mirror and looked at his reflection and noticed that his face too was green. "Very funny twins"
Harry pulled his rifle off his shoulder and rested it on the edge and looked for his prey. He hoped that he would not find anything in his scope, it would mean they were too close for his comfort.
Looking down he noticed six figures quickly moving down the sidewalk against the building. "Too much light" Harry removed his wand and quickly put out all the lights on the street.
He felt much better now that he knew they would not be seen without ease. Sadly it also meant that the Death Eaters were also hidden if there were any out there. Harry quickly switched his scope to night vision and looked through it doing the best he could to provide cover for the patrol team.
Slowly the minutes ticked by and he could not see a soul, his patrol team continued to maneuver through the area trying to spot any type of life. Harry remembered long ago that this part of London used to be a busy district.
Harry was waiting on bated breath for any signs of life other than Fred and the others, he was hoping to any god out there that Death Eaters were not too close. It was then that Harry spotted two figures creeping slowly down the street. He would not have spotted them if not for his night vision scope.
Harry slowly concentrated his sights on the figures and tried to see who they were. Then he saw the masks, there was no question that they were Death Eaters. "Damn it all to hell"
Harry pulled the rifle close to his shoulder and slowly breathed waiting to take them both out. He gasped as he heard the sound of a trash can clash to the sidewalk and saw that both Death Eaters wielded their wands and rushed toward the other side of the street. Harry turned and saw that one of the other three who Fred and George took with them had knocked over the bin. He cursed to himself and quickly and tried to mark the Death Eaters with his sights once more. He marked one and took the shot.
The Death Eater fell as the bullet clipped him in the knee, the second Death Eater stopped and looked surprised at his wounded partner. This moment of pause gave Harry the moment he needed to take a second shot at the standing Death Eater and firing a bullet right through his chest.
Harry kept the second one alive however, he wanted to keep him alive for questioning, this could be what they needed to get a boost in the war effort. He just hoped it was a high-ranking Death Eater and not a pawn in Voldemort's plans.
Harry pulled out his wand after strapping his sniper rifle to his shoulder. He stood on the edge of the warehouse and jumped off the roof and used a wind charm to slow his descent to the ground. When Harry landed onto the ground, he quickly pointed his wand at the Death Eater in agony and sprinted the two hundred yards down the street to him. Harry knew he probably did not need a rifle to take him out, but it was a bit more fun that way.
He had to think of why shots were fired earlier when only two Death Eaters were around. Then Harry smacked himself for being so stupid, and at that instant he heard several cracks that more than one person had apparated into the area. Harry bound the Death Eater on the ground and turned to find the ones who had appeared in the area.
Harry quickly ran and dove into an alley way a myriad of light permeated the air. He did his best to try and locate his patrol team and noticed they were on the other end of the street. Harry knew they would make their way to him so he remained where he was for as long as possible. He took out his pack of cigarettes and lit one up and slowly smoked it as he kept his wand pointed out to the street waiting for one of the Death Eaters to show themselves.
He was running the events of the night through his head slowly, trying to figure out what had happened to cause some of his men to fire shots outside. Did something scare them? Was it a trap setup by the Death Eaters? It all made him think that either the Death Eaters found out the general location of their hideout, or they got lucky when they heard a jittery guard fire shots out into the air.
Whatever it was Harry was getting pissed, he took a long puff out of his cigarette hoping to calm his nerves. Harry looked around the corner, he saw a dozen streaks of light fly toward him and quickly ducked his head back around and covered his head as a chunk wall was blown to pieces.
"Okay so they are not going to be stupid about this." Harry muttered, usually they would taunt him and then come to him so he could pick them off.
Harry turned the corner once more quickly to throw a portkey as hard as he could at his captive. He was sent to their cell the basement of the warehouse. As another volley of spells lit the sky he once again ducked behind the wall.
Harry put two of his fingers into his mouth and whistled a sharp note. It echoed through the street and the next thing he knew Ron and the others were on each side of him after apparating. George promptly reached into his cloak and pulled out a small ball. "Ready for this one Harry?"
Harry did not get time to respond as George threw the ball into the street and stunners burst out of it. Unfortunately only two were taken down from them and they were enervated soon after they fell. "Nice try George, but how about we don't pull a Dumbledore and we kill them instead."
Harry spun around the corner faster than the Death Eaters expected "Congelo" Harry said with malice in his voice. His goal was to leave them no chance of survival no matter how heartless it was.
Harry's goal was met, two Death Eaters were quickly frozen solid and with two rapid bludgeoning hexes they exploded into shards of ice. His smirk did not last for long as soon a quick succession of curses flew around him. He conjured a brick wall that blocked the curses and soon Fred and George joined in the fight.
Soon the street was filled with volleys of light as both sides cast as many deadly curses as they could think at one another. Luckily for Harry, Ron and the others who he noticed that Tonks was one of them were there and it made him feel much better.
"It was you who knocked the trash bin over wasn't it" Harry teased her with a glint in his eye even though he just ducked under one of the many Avada Kedavra curses that flew through the street.
Tonks just glared at him and sent a bone crushing curse at one of the Death Eater's head. She landed her mark and with a crunch and a spray of blood he was dead. One of their newest recruits was not so lucky, when she ducked around the brick wall her leg was cut off with a nasty hex and the last member Jason had to carry her back to the warehouse.
Harry angrily turned and fired off an Avada Kedrava and he saw one of them die before they hit the ground. "Nine left, one wounded" Harry called out as he made a quick count before ducking behind their third conjured wall.
With Harry, Ron, Fred, George and Tonks it was not a problem for them to take the rest out. None of them had any reservations about killing them. Fred and George effectively froze and melted three more and Ron decapitated one more. It was soon over when Harry cast a particularly nasty curse that caused their hearts to explode.
Harry destroyed their last of many conjured walls and they all moved back to the warehouse as quick as possible. Not quick enough however as soon another series of cracks were heard and another group of Death Eaters came."They know" was all Harry said before he cast the killing curse at one of the second dozen Death Eaters that came to attack that night.
They all made a run for it as they saw more of the Dark Lord's forces appear before their eyes. Harry knew that even with their magical abilities they were out numbered so they made a run for it. Taking a cut to the left into the alley, they did the best they could to get to the secret entrance of the warehouse. Unfortunately for them two Death Eaters were scouting the alleyways. "They know our general area but not our Warehouse. That means that Hermione did not tell but someone else told of the general area." Tonks hissed to Harry as they hid behind a building leading to their back entrance.
Harry nodded, he turned the corner and saw that the Death Eaters were not aware of him yet. This was the moment he needed, with a brandish of his want he bound, gagged, and blinded both Death Eaters with a quick series of spells. The night was over they hoped, all they could do now was keep a strong watch and hope that they could get out of the area before more of them began patrolling.
When they all managed to get inside the warehouse, they went to their make shift infirmary room to check on their new recruit Megan. She was unconscious from blood loss and her leg was wrapped down to where half her shin and foot were supposed to be. Her brown hair was matted down in sweat. Surprisingly it was Madam Pomphrey who was taking care of her. Harry called her Poppy now, Harry remembered the day he rescued her from St. Mungos. She had applied there after Hogwarts closed down.
Voldemort had Giants, Trolls, and Werewolves attack the hospital, not many survived and if Harry had not been there from an asphyxiation curse Poppy would not be there today. Harry could remember the blood curdling screams of the staff and patients as the monsters rampaged through the halls and rooms. He had grabbed Poppy and managed to maneuver through St. Mungos all thanks to his Glock.
"She is stable" Poppy said with a small smile though it disappeared when she looked at the girl's leg. "I do not know about the leg though, skelegro could fix the bone, but the tendons and muscles will be complicated."
Harry, who nodded in understanding, "Do the best you can Poppy."
Harry found himself once again in the conference room. They all came from the cell where they interrogated the prisoners. Sadly they were all low ranking Death Eaters and knew nothing that would help them. Harry quickly killed the three and took them out of the warehouse for their friends to find.
The meeting was not quiet as it was before, this time shouts from a very angry metamorphamagus filled the room. "We need to get out of here now Harry. Fidelius Charm or not we have been compromised, hell we could not even call reinforcements because you did not want to give away our location that was obviously already known. We could have killed all those Death Eaters." Tonks was furious and Harry was the one it was directed at.
Harry rubbed his temples slowly as he took in what Tonks said. "Calm down Tonks we are leaving tomorrow as soon as we can get it coordinated. Now where we left off earlier, where do we go?"
"Out of London, we can always have scouts in this area but we are compromised in London. I say we go underground." Moody said is electric blue eye spinning wildly around constantly surveying his surroundings.
Harry nodded "We will build a new headquarters"
Everyone disagreed "That would take far too long Potter and you know it, we cannot stay in England at all." Snape said, even though earlier that day it was he who suggested they rough it out and stay at the warehouse.
None of them would suspect it would be Ron who would supply the answer. "Conwy Castle" he muttered to himself as he read a muggle newspaper (Something he gained from his father.)
Everyone stopped what they were saying and looked at Ron, waiting for him to speak again. "Conwy Castle, in Wales" He said aloud to everyone.
"Don't be ridiculous Ron that is a tourist trap for muggles." Fred told him with George nodding his head in agreement.
Ron shook his head "Not anymore it isn't. Earlier today there was a raid on it and the whole town was destroyed, for some reason they left the castle standing. I say we take it over."
There was a silence in the room for a moment before Harry spoke "I agree, it's already been hit so the chances of them coming back are slim plus it is out of England and not too far away where our information will be cut off."
Everyone else agreed and Ron was pleased with himself. George grabbed Ron's shoulder "Everyone has their moments, even little Ron here." No matter how battle hardened Ron became, he would always be easily embarrassed by his older brothers.
Soon plans began and everyone decided that they would have to move out tomorrow in waves. Some would leave at dawn and the last wave would leave in the evening. Each of the leaders would leave with a wave to help things run smoothly. Kingsly and Alastor would be heading over to Conwy right after the meeting to start casting wards and enchantments. Harry would be the last to leave.
Alastor decided that it would be best to leave the wreckage in the town of Conwy, Aberconwy, and Colwyn. This would help supply cover and would not arouse suspicion that anyone was there. It would be a depressing area to live, far worse than here, but the all agreed that it was the best course of action.
Soon the meeting was over, Alastor and Kingsly left through the back entrance into the alley. Harry had gone back up to the roof of the warehouse to take the next watch shift, and Ron, Tonks, and the Twins began giving orders to get everyone ready to move. They did not mind throwing people out of their cots, everyone was to do their fair share and they wanted most of their supplies packed before dawn.
When Harry made it up onto the roof, he found the soldier whom he had interrogated earlier that evening. "Why were shots fired?"
The guard stuttered for a moment "We thought we saw Death Eaters sir."
Harry shook his head, "I was waiting for quite some time before I found two Death Eaters patrolling. Was it you who fired the shots?"
The guard did not answer that was all Harry needed "You effectively helped them set up a trap. You do not fire your weapon unless you have a clear shot on your target." Harry was about to leave the guard alone but not before one more remark "If I find that it was you all having a bit of shooting practice for fun it will not be pretty."
He relieved the guard of his duty and set up his watch area, this time he did not bring his rifle however, he did not want to rely on muggle technology too often. He saw a steady patrol of Death Eaters but he decided that with their evacuation taking place, he did not want them to send reinforcements and make evacuation harder. So Harry sat their painfully watching the patrol of Death Eaters walking down the street. They were reckless, Harry knew that meant that they were waiting for one of his men to make a move so they could make an ambush.
Harry knew that there was no point in the watch, they did not know their location, they were just trying to bait them. He walked back to the staircase and stopped for a moment before going down to the second level. "No one fires on the Death Eaters" Harry called out through the building, he did not need another battle on the street tonight.
He made sure that every guard knew his order and went to his room to pack up the majority of his things. There was not much for him to pack, only his muggle weapons and the sentimental things. He had nothing superficial or unnecessary for the war or his sanity.
Harry walked to a shelf attached to the wall that held some of the items that meant most to him. His photo album he received thirteen years ago from his late friend Hagrid, a framed photo of Hermione, Ron, and himself when they were in their first year of Hogwarts. "Why can't things be like back then?" Harry muttered to himself as he carefully placed both items into the trunk that was under the shelf.
Harry looked back onto his shelf and pulled off his Firebolt racing broom. His first Christmas present from Sirius, the broom had helped him escape a dangerous situation more than once, and he knew it would help him again someday. It was not as beautiful as it once was, the twigs were bent in places and the handle was dirty from the buildup of oil and grime from his hands.
He placed the broom gently in the trunk and stood back up. The last object on the shelf was the mirror that he should have used to contact Sirius in his fifth year of Hogwarts, the year Sirius died. Even after all these years he still did not forgive himself for his folly, his stupidity. Harry looked in the mirror and saw his reflection for the first time in days.
His hair was shaggy, it hung down below his ears. His five o'clock shadow would soon turn into a beard. His face looked older than his twenty-four years, scars covered most of it, his eyes were hollow and angry and his lips were set into a frown most of the time. "I will look fifty by the time I am thirty." Harry paused for a moment "That is if I actually live that long." He said as an after thought.
Beside the shelf was his emergency back pack. It held his invisibility cloak, a gas mask, enough rations for a week, a pistol, and a third wand. It also held a blanket and one extra set of clothes. He placed it in the trunk as well, he hoped to any god out there that he would not need it anytime soon.
Harry pulled out a cigarette and lit it as he went over to his cot, he left it hanging in his mouth as he bent down and pulled out a duffel bag. Throwing it onto his cot he opened it up, inside were all his muggle weapons, half of them he had not needed to use yet. He cast a cushioning spell on his sniper rifle and placed it gently into the bag.
Soon all his things were ready to go and he shrank them all and set them beside his cot. Laying down face up he silently stared at the ceiling smoking the rest of his cigarette. He remained there for the rest of the night, wondering to himself if this war would ever end. Sadly he knew it would not end unless he was the one to finish it.
Author's Note: I know I am not the best writer so bare with me, leave me a review or two and tell me what you think. Criticism is welcome as long as it is to help me improve. If you enjoy it, I will continue this story.