In the Colorado Rocky Mountains there existed the last major group of the resistance. Across the world small groups of people were left to fight but those numbers were dwindling by the minute as the Death Eaters took over the world.
Their savior, the once great Harry Potter had vanished after the last great battle in Britain. But after Hogwarts was lost, for most, all hope was lost.
Their last chance, the world's last chance, was in the midst of preparation as I type this story. If you can make to the hidden fortress, then you too are welcome to join the fight.
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Sam Elliot never wanted to fight in this war, his parents left him so choice in the end. They decided to fight and then got themselves killed. They weren't even in a battle at the time, they mis-brewed a potion. In the end they weren't heroes or brave and in the end they weren't even as smart as everyone thought they were. With their death, they left behind six kids, and Sam being the oldest was in charge of them all.
That is how he found himself as a part of the resistance, on the front lines, because that was the only job that ensured his brothers and sisters were going to be taken care of if he didn't live to see the end of the fighting.
His family shared a three story apartment built by their parents. Girls lived on the top floor, the boys on the second floor and the kitchen and living areas were on the bottom level. Jane and Justin were twins at 16. Brianna was twelve, David was 11, and little baby Elizabeth was just 10 months old when their parents died, it had been a year.
Jane had taken over the household, assigning chores and taking care of the youngest children, getting them feed and to school on time. She went to school and was studying to become a healer, Sam feared that she only wanted to do this because of the money and opportunities that it offered for their families. The one thing Sam didn't want was to have any of his siblings have to sacrifice their dreams or have to work extra hard just because they felt it was their duty to the family.
His biggest problem was Justin, he wanted to fight, and to be on the front line. Sam didn't know how to tell him that there was no glory in a war.
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Sam worked in a building that was less than a mile from his home. Sam's partner was quiet but scary as hell. Neville Dursley had been sent to Colorado from the heart of the war, he had actually been in the Battle of Hogwarts and from the information people had gathered was that he actually knew the legendary Weasley family.
Neville hated to talk about anything if it didn't involve fighting or Sam's family. Everyone wanted to get to know the man but he only cared about two things, winning the war and helping a family that was being torn apart at the seams. Neville was always volunteering to take care of Elizabeth especially, but when he looked at her it seemed as if he was a million miles away.
Just like every other morning, Sam was the second to clock in for work, the second to use the coffee maker and second to turn on their computer (yes, us wizards in the U.S. have learned to use Muggle methods of communication, it was still considered rude to not send a letter with an owl as long as it wasn't top secret).
Neville was pouring over his personal notes for the third time that morning. Neville wasn't the tallest of men, but he was well built with muscles that come from hours of fighting, using sweat, blood and tears. He had black, unruly hair, blue eyes, and scars covering his body. This much was for true, that man had seen true terrors in his life, things few people could ever imagine, the worst part was that he was barely twenty years old. After seeing him in battle, people swear that he is going to be the next Harry Potter, not that anyone would wish that fate on such a good person.
It was a sad day for anyone fighting the Death Eaters when Harry Potter disappeared. It seemed that no one wanted to except his death, but then again no one could imagine that if he was still alive he hadn't found his way back to those he loved. Harry Potter was their hope, and after he was gone too many people gave up and surrendered. Those left were looking for someone in which they could rely on. Anyone in a position of power is searching for a person to relinquish all the hope and responsibility of an ever fleeting group of fighters who are having a difficult time remembering what it is that they are fighting for.
"Good morning Neville," Sam called as he got out his work for the day.
Neville didn't look up from his papers until Sam called his name a few more times. "Sorry Sam," he said mildly startled.
"What are you working on?" He asked while looking through the newest news from across the world.
"Just scanning the deaths from London, seeing if I know anybody." As he skipped to the last page he seemed relieved, obviously he didn't find the names he was looking for.
"Are you ever going to tell me who you're looking for?" Neville was a secretive man, he was protecting someone, that much was certain.
"I can't, there will come a time when I'm going to have a secret that I will have to trust you with. But I can't ask you to keep it any longer than you have to. Deal?" Confused at what could be so bad his secret could be, but happy that he was finally opening up, he nodded in agreement.
"Boys," A voice rang out through their small office, it most definitely wasn't meant for two people. "You two are almost too predictable. But it makes it easier for me to bring you a surprise." Sam turned his chair to face the door to the room. Before him was Carly Johansson, most days she worked with him and Neville, her partner had dropped off the face of the earth, he went into hiding with his family. Sam had went to school with Carly, but they only knew each other through small talk in class. When his parents died, Carly was the only girl who didn't ask him if he was all right, she had found him crying behind the school where he had hoped he would finally be alone. She didn't try and calm him down, she didn't even seem to acknowledge his tears. Her arms wrapped around him and held him till he stopped. With a small smile she kissed his cheek and left. The next day she stuck by his side and they had been friends everyday since.
"And just what have you brought us this morning?" He smiled at his best friend.
"Fresh muffins, Banana Nut for Neville, chocolate chip for you, and what's breakfast without a large glass of old fashion chocolate milk." She smiled at the two men before sitting on the edge of Neville's desk.
"Have you heard the news?" she asked as they finished their meal. "A n urgent message came in from somewhere near . . . damn, it's a really famous town for wizards but it is full of muggles . . . oh they said it, something Hollow?" Carly struggled to remember.
At the mention of Hollow, Neville perked up, "Wait, was it from somewhere in Great Britain?" Carly nodded confused at how he would know this. "Godric's Hollow? Was it Godric's Hollow?"
"Yeah, it was. How did you know?" Sam and Carly both looked at the older man confused. "That's not even the strange part. The message said it was for Harry Potter. Who did they think they were going to reach by sending it here?"
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Okay, so this is the first chapter, so what do you think? Predictions, comments, what did you love/hate? Let me know, and read some of my other stories. I have a few one shots but none of my other stories are complete.
Stick with me,
The StoryWriter
p.s. Anyone who as read this before 7/31/12 I just added the two chapters together, and changed the title of the first chapter. No other textual changes were made.
