Return of a Savior

Chapter 2: Who is he?

A/N- Here's the next chapter! And I'm really sorry it's been so long but I have a story for my English class due on Friday! Thank you to all you wonderful people reviewing, and I'm sorry if this chapter really isn't that good, I'll explain more at the end!

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, I wish I did, but sadly I don't

Neville apperated to Middle Diagon Alley. Smith had gotten there about 10 minutes before. Neville hurriedly took out a blank map and muttered 'Light shall conquer' the map turned into what looked like a smaller version of the main map in the Main War Room. This map however only picked up what had already happened, but only till about three days before.

He then also took out his wand and then said 'Show me what I want to see' and tapped it three times. The magical readings from half an hour showed up. "There," Neville thought. On the map it showed the golden burst along with a blue one

(Dark), the blue seemed to have shown first followed by the golden one. They seemed to have happened a few minutes before hand, in the Square. Before he had time to do anymore a voice in his head said 'Longbottom', Neville immediately took out the mirror form his pocket, they were directly connected to their subconscious.

"What's wrong Smith?" Neville said, the look on Zechariahs Smith's face was awe? Fear?

"Neville get over here right away! Were on the South Side of Middle, were that burst was, you'll never believe it!" Smiths voice overflowed with urgency.Neville nodded and apperated to his side.

"What is- Holy Shit," Neville looked around and 'Holy Shit' pretty much summed it up.

Voldemort's inner circle were the cruelest, horrific people on the planet and there were, about 30 of them. Thousands were offered for one of them. One of them. There were seven.

In Middle Diagon Alley, most of it was polluted, since they had joined neither sides, they had not gotten to much help; the little help they had gotten was from the light. The small Square he was in was not in good shape at its best. There was an unclean fountain right in the middle, usually with dirty water following from it.

Today the fountain was…. destroyed, dismembered, mutilated, whatever you called it, it was in shambles. On top of the destroyed pile of rubbish, were three death eaters. All of their masks had been taken of, thrown to the side, gashes running through. The faces of Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Theodore Nott were seen. But not as they were supposed to be, there were gashes, the same as the ones on their masks, running down their faces. Crabbe's nose was severed badly, and Nott's ear was completely off. All seemed to be in a deep slumber, there heads lolling over their chests.

On the ground around the fountain were two bodies, dead. There masks the same as the others. Each had blood seeping through their robes, right were there heart would be. These two were Calvin Masters and Max Sumpter.

The last two were the hardest to find. You had to look up. Yes up. They were floating about 20-30 feet from the ground. They seemed to be asleep, but you couldn't tell, they were too high in the air.

"What happened?" Neville said incredulously, staring at the two undistinguishable people floating in mid air.

"This-this was amazing! Seven death eaters! But what…who?"

Smith looked around, his eyes searching the place, flickering from place to place and stopping at the fountain. Without looking at Neville he said, "It was one man…one man who did this…all of this…"

He turned to Neville a haunted expression on his face, "We had just gotten here, to see him, to see him…kill max Sumpter… it was amazing…. and horrible…"

It had to be. Smith had seen much death and destruction in his time, thanks to the war, and if something had this much effect on him…

" Calvin was already dead when we got here, but we were here to see max… there was a battle… Max had no chance, the other guy seemed to be toying with him, and Max seemed to be trying all the spells he knew. The other one how ever was using elementary spells, he used 'wadiwassi' to kill him." The men, Smith's men, who had been watching the whole conversation take place nodded, a look of astonishment still not fading form their faces.

"But how could he use 'wadiwassi' to kill…" Neville started. Smith stared at the pebbles littering the floor,

"Right through the heart… that man could be a danger to the light with his dueling abilities … he had to be what that golden burst was…and that is neither light, neutral, or dark."

"Do you have any idea who it was?" Neville asked, though he knew of course, that none of them would have any idea.

"We can only guess…for now…"

"What did he look like?"

One of Smith's men, Lopez, answered the question, "He was dressed in all black, and his hood shielded his face, he was about 6 foot, he moved like lightning, I've never seen anything like it…"

The other men nodded and another, Jacques said "He was laughing as they dueled, and he only killed Sumpter when ever Sumpter fired the killing curse and nearly hit McKinley, but it couldn't have been, because we were under invisibility spells, all of us."

That was strange, it could have been a coincidence, but…

"Ok, Jacques use your mirror and call General Weasley tell him to get here as soon as possible, I want half of you to scout the area but be careful! There could still be more death eaters around! The rest of you find a way to get those two 20 feet above us down, I want Nott, Crabbe, and Goyle bound, also get those bodies, we'll need them for examination, Now move!" Neville said loudly in a commanding voice.

The men did as they were told and broke into two groups, half started working with the bodies, the other half dissaperated. Jacques took out his rounded mirror and said "Weasley". He hurriedly told the General to get here quickly.

As soon as Jacques put the mirror back into his pocket, the General appeared.

"Jacques! Were is Lie-," Ron stopped in mid sentence as he spotter Neville.

"Neville! What happened here?" Ron asked looking dumbstruck at the men trying to get the Deatheaters down. Neville repeated what Smith and his men had told him.

"The half the men are working on getting the two deatheaters down, and the other half is scouting the area for the man."

"It was him then…" Ron said softly.

"Excuse me sir?" Neville asked.

"Neville, when you left I was wondering if the map was malfunctioning and thinking that maybe I should not have sent you, but then… the map went crazy, that golden burst…turned into an explosion. We have not had a reading this high before, except for Voldemort himself, I called Hermione, and even she had no idea what it was, but now I have some idea of what it is, and I know that, that… man, must be found."

Neville nodded and the General continued "But the only problem is, who is he?"

A/N- I told you guys it wasn't really good! I'm really bad at war and death scenes I really don't write much of them. I think I may be a little out of my league (I'm only 12 so…). Though I'm hoping to get better with practice, and this fic seems to call for it! If anyone could help me or something it would be appreciated. Oh and reviews help make me put up new chapters faster, I couldn't stop smiling when I read the reviews so I just had to post!

Steph