Harry Potter and the Blood War

By: CovertOps

Author's Note: A review asked why Harry did not relocate to one of the Potter or Black Properties. It is too predictable.

Harry woke up at dawn to help the first wave evacuate. It was not organized like he hoped it would be, it was actually chaos. People were running to and fro trying to get all their supplies packed and ready to go. Already frustrated, Harry shot sparks up to get everyone's attention. When this did not get anyone's attention he pulled out his Glock and shot a bullet into the ceiling.

Everyone ducked down when they heard the shot and looked up to see Harry on the second floor staring down at them. "Everyone report in the main room now!" Harry called down to them as he went to the catwalk so he could address them all. He noticed that they were already separated into their own groups. It would make things easier to organize. He did not like however the fact that they still segregated. The Squibs were on one side and the wizards and witches on the other.

"Listen up, no longer will you all segregate yourselves. You all are no different from one another except the ability to cast a spell. We cannot win this war unless we unite, however for now it will make things easier. All Squibs will take care of muggle weaponry. You're the most experienced with them. Wizards and Witches, only worry about magical items and medicine. I am assuming you all took care of your own possessions last night when you were told we were leaving. If not take care of that first, especially if leaving during the first wave."

When Harry turned to leave and help pack he noticed that no one was moving. "Did I stutter? GO"

With that there was a rush of movement and Harry went down to the first floor to coordinate things. He was most worried about the muggle weapons. He had used a lot of his family fortune to help fund their war effort, but he wanted to give the Squibs a chance to fight. He would use muggles as well but they did not have the ability to see some of the magical creatures of their world. Satisfied that they were packing the weapons up suitably he left to go to the rest of their faction leaders.

Harry found Tonks yelling orders angrily at a pair of witches who had spent more time arguing than getting their task done. "Leave with the first wave Tonks, I need you to make sure the first wave is organized and you're the one to do that." Tonks nodded and left the cowering witches to do their job.

Fred and George were on the second floor finishing gathering their own creations. Neither trusted anyone else packing them, they were extremely sensitive and an explosion was not what they needed at that moment. When Harry walked in their room, he found them messing around with a stunner ball. "You yell at me touching one cuz you don't want it set off, but here you two are playing catch with it."

Fred and George looked at each other and smiled. "You two work better together than alone, you two will lead the second wave. Though with the goofing you two were doing just now, should I change my mind?" Harry said with a malicious smile.

Fred quickly tossed the ball into their trunk and grinned "What goofing?"

Harry just shook his head and left the room, he needed to find Ron and Snape, Harry decided Ron would lead the third wave and Snape the fourth. There was no sign of Snape but he knew exactly where to look to find Ron. The mess hall had only one occupant and predictably it was Ron. Harry could only laugh when he found Ron eating his weight in food. "I see you're doing your fair share in packing Ron. Ron looked sheepish but then glared when Harry patted his stomach. "Packing the pounds that is."

Ron wiped his mouth and laughed, "Have to keep up the energy Harry, you never know what can happen. Especially with a mass evacuation. Remember the last one we had to do in the first year of the war?"

Harry was sent into a flashback. It was the first year of the war. Harry, Ron, Hermione, the twins and Ginny had still been together at that time. They were in Number 12, Grimmauld Place, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Sadly there had been a traitor amongst them and their position was compromised. Harry still did not know who gave their position away, but if they were not already dead, he would kill that person himself.

It was not exactly a large evacuation, about forty people with them including many friends from school. That day had been the biggest loss to the group of friends, when they were evacuating the house Death Eaters had broken in. They were far too inexperienced to have the knowledge or power to do the Fidelius Charm at that time. A problem they soon rectified.

They fought their hearts out that day, but it was not enough. Ginny and Bill had been taken down soon into the fight. Bill and Ginny were fighting side by side, but when Bill was hit by the killing curse, Ginny shut down and was ineffective and was soon killed herself. They were not the only casualties that day, Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell were killed as well. Alicia was killed during a raid three weeks later.

That was the day Harry became a cold-hearted killer, he threw the idea of prisoners away (unless he wanted information). If a Death Eater surrendered, more often than not Harry would kill them. His first love was taken from him that day and any dark ally would die because of it.

Harry left his flashback when Ron waved his hand in front of his face. "Harry knock out of it."

Harry focused his attention on Ron, "What is it?" Harry snapped, his unhappy memory had put him into a foul mood, more than he already had been.

Ron cringed back "Sorry mate, you were kinda spaced out there."

Harry nodded his head in understanding "It's okay Ron, just took an unhappy trip down memory lane, I need to go find Snape so make sure you get the third wave ready to go when the time comes." Without leaving Ron a chance to say anything back, Harry left the mess hall to find the last remaining leader at Headquarters.

It did not take much longer for Harry to finally locate Snape. Harry heard the shouts before he actually entered the room. When Harry walked in, he found Snape barking orders at two poor wizards packing his potions ingredients. "If they are not doing it right, why not do it yourself?"

Snape just gave a steely glare at Harry's direction before turning to insult the two wizards once more. "Fourth wave Snape, and do try to be a little kinder." Harry said with a smirk as he left the room. It was not the time or place for them to have an insult match. He would save that for a later time.

Harry spent the next hour making sure enough was packed that the first wave could leave with a proper amount of supplies. Several years ago they developed a mass evacuation plan. Evacuate in waves and have at least one person in charge of that group. The only section of the plan that was not set in stone was who would lead which wave. That all depended on the circumstances in evacuation. Harry planned the leaders very carefully. He needed things to run as smoothly as possible.

Tonks was a firecracker, she became a no nonsense warrior soon after Remus became a pawn of Voldemort's. She was perfect to get the evacuation started. Alastor and Kingsley would be at the new headquarters to help organize everyone. George and Fred demanded respect when things needed to be done, Ron though was a pushover so he needed to be careful with him.

He wanted Snape and himself to lead the last two, evening would be danger time and he wanted Snape at the end before him. Harry only trusted himself at the end of the night, he knew the best of both worlds and was combat effective in both magical and technological warfare, he even knew the basics of hand to hand combat if the occasion ever called for it.

Walking back to the main room, he found that the first wave was set to go; he silently thanked Hermione wherever she was for having the idea to designate the waves long ago. Harry checked his watch and noticed that they had four minutes before the first wave evacuated. He walked up the stairs of the warehouse and onto the catwalk that overlooked the lower floor. "First wave get ready to go, you all know the drill, each of you has your coin that has the destination keyed into it." Harry walked down the catwalk and back eyeing all his soldiers.

"When you leave the building you will immediately activate your portkey. You will not be able to activate it in here, and I refuse to take down any protection on this building. Do not waste time. Death Eaters are more than likely patrolling the majority of the surrounding area."

Harry did not bother to make sure they had their orders, they knew to listen as he hated to repeat himself. As he left the catwalk he looked down at the members of his rebellion, some of them were not cut out for war and he knew it. Some were tired, sick, and scared, they were not soldiers. Harry looked down at the children who were with them, he loved them very much but saw them all as baggage and distractions. If Death Eaters were to ever successfully siege, they would do nothing but distract the real soldiers and increase casualties.

Some people were here for shelter and Harry was more than happy to supply it for them. He would never turn down a needy person who supported their cause, as long as they could help them in some way he would be happy. "Come on you all lets get going now." Harry turned to see Tonks yelling her order and soon the first wave was filing out with supplies strapped to their backs.

As they were making their way outside of the warehouse into the back alley, Harry rushed up the flight of stairs to the roof to watch for any enemy. Harry watched on bated breath as one by one each member disappeared with the use of their portkey. Even when each person was gone he remained making sure that there was no movement in the alleyway. They could be waiting for him or some more important member such as Snape.

He found no movement in the alley and soon was completely satisfied that there was no one in the alley. Harry soon left his roost on the roof. There would be a change in plans. Harry cast the sonorous spell on his throat "Second wave will report to the main room in fifteen minutes, I want evacuation completed within twenty."

He was stupid for thinking that it would be a good idea for them to wait until nightfall to finish evacuation, especially when that was the Death Eater's favorite time to attack. He was foolish for sacrificing common sense for organized evacuation. Soon a chaotic rush of movement exploded in the warehouse and everyone was doing their best packing their supplies and getting it ready.

Several witches and wizards shrank their supplies and placed it in their pockets, he noticed however that they would not do it for the squibs. Scowling Harry placed the sonorous charm on his throat once more. "Help the Squibs damnit, shrink their supplies and make the load easier I don't need the magical folk acting like a couple of arseholes."

Harry turned to see that Fred and George were charging down the back stairs into the main factory room. He left the room knowing they could handle the rest. Heading back to the roof to keep an eye on the streets once more, no one was going to die to day unless it was a Death Eater. The morning was slowly fading into noon. It was bright and warm out. It did not fit with the sense of foreboding that always lingered around the corner.

His statuesque form could be seen only as silhouette in the sunlight. It was a dangerous site, Harry stood on the edge of the roof waiting. Down in the alley the backdoor opened and Harry drew his wand ready to kill. Fred and George were the first ones out their wands in one hand, their coin in the other.

In two lines their squad exited the building and disappeared. Harry had to hand it to the twins, when they did something they did it efficiently, especially when lives were on the line. It was good to see that his mischief makers could handle the responsibility. He watched as the twins evacuated their squad and soon after portkey themselves out of the danger area.

Once again Harry remained on the edge of the roof keeping an eye out for any unwanted activity in the alley way. When he was satisfied that no one was in the alley he traversed the roof scanning the rest of the area. When he reached the street side of the warehouse, something caught his attention.

The street was more populated than usual, as this street had long ago been abandoned. What was odd though, was that they were all walking in pairs of two walking down the street. No one was walking in a group and no one was walking alone. "Patrols" Harry muttered, that meant that eventually they would patrol the alley

Not wasting any time Harry quickly jumped off the ledge and ran to the stairs leading to the second floor. He noticed that everyone was relaxed and he was pissed "EVERYONE UP NOW!"

Soon the main room was full. Snape and Ron were beside him almost immediately. Ron looked confused, and Snape just raised an eyebrow in question. "Death Eaters are heavily patrolling the area. I did not want to take down any of the wards but I will take down anti-apparation wards. Everyone apparates out of here, if any do not have the ability then side along apparate. I will remain here and deal some damage." Harry paused for a moment before continuing to speak. "And make sure everything is out of here, this place is going out with a bang."

Snape and Ron took the hint. They had everyone ready to go within ten minutes. They had a squad of five sift through the entire building to double check that all the supplies were packed and ready to go. No more than three minutes after that no one was left in the building except Harry.

Harry casually lit a cigarette and headed toward his room. When inside he shrank his trunk and placed it inside his pocket. He then unzipped his duffel bag and pulled out a more recent purchase of his. His XM8 Assault rifle, he was going to wipe them all out. With a double drum one hundred round capacity magazine, he would do his damage.

Harry slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and carried his weapon against his body. His eyes had a fire in them, "Stupid arseholes" Harry muttered under his breath as he made yet another trip onto the roof. Harry walked to edge and positioned himself in a comfortable firing position. He pulled out his wand and cast a hex into the street so he could weed out his enemies.

Soon he had his targets as they all pulled out their wands and were ready to battle. Harry had to give them credit on trying to patrol inconspicuously but they could not fool him. When Harry saw the first wand drawn, he opened fire. With a quick burst of rounds he saw the first Death Eater across the street fall, have a short spasm, then die.

Death Eaters scattered at the foreign form of death. They saw their comrade blown apart by a dozen bullets and did not know what to expect. Many of them soon figured out as once again gun fire burst through the air from an unknown location. Protego Shields did nothing for protection, the rounds shattered through the shields and instantly killed them.

Harry had no facial expression as he killed the men and women he hated most on the planet. All the anger he felt could only be seen by the fire in his eyes. He had sick gratification as he killed them, men and women alike on the street died. It was not like shooting fish in a barrel for much longer however; soon many Death Eaters got the bright idea to use cover. Several of them scattered to the alleyways up and down the street, others conjured walls for cover.

Harry reverted back to magic as he blew apart the buildings overlooking the alleyways. Walls crumbled into the alley way and he grinned as he heard screams. He aimed his spells at the conjured walls, blowing them apart with ease. The Death Eaters soon found the general direction and angle of the spells and fired at him. They were not even close to him personally however though they did have the right general area.

Several minutes passed as Harry took much of his anger out on the inhabitants below. Killing them all was all he cared about, sadly shooting them down up on the roof was not satisfying enough. With a crack he apparated down to the street into the adjacent alleyway. He once again opened fire on the street and saw yet another Death Eater fall from his weapon.

Harry placed the XM8 in his bag and turned to magic, "want to save ammunition" Harry said to himself as he pulled out both of his wands. One was his old phoenix feather wand, the second was one he purchased four years ago, it also had a phoenix feather and worked just as well for him. Quickly turning the corner he shot a killing curse at one Death Eater and shot a wooden spike at another.

Unfortunately Harry's rage distracted him and while he wasn't looking and a Death Eater shot flames at him. Harry saw the orange out of the corner out of his eye and did his best to dodge but his left arm and leg were burnt as he maneuvered his way from the flames. Harry cringed in pain, he thrust his wand out ready to counter "ingenero."

Harry turned his head. He did not wish to see the results, the screams that the rest of the Death Eaters produced were enough from him. The aftershock did not last long, Harry had to quickly raise the street in a wall to protect him. The several Avada Kedavra curses that flew at him quickly destroyed the wall.

Harry decided it was time to leave and quickly apparated onto the roof. Harry walked into the warehouse still hearing spells screamed on the street. Making his way to the boiler room, Harry grinned maliciously, they were in for a treat. All the wards were keyed inside this room. Harry activated his favorite ward, the detonation ward. The warehouse would explode as soon as he selected the time for it to explode.

Harry quickly apparated out of the warehouse and onto a building further down the street out of the range of the explosion and the Death Eater's stray spells. Harry counted down under his breath and watched the warehouse without blinking. When he finally counted down to zero, he watched as the warehouse exploded in a wave of fire, smoke, and debris. Brick, stone, twisted metal, and shattered glass rained down on Harry's foes.

He did not know how many died due to the explosion, but that was not a big deal. The screams echoing through the street were good enough for him. With a pop he was on his way to the new headquarters at Conwy Castle.

Harry softly landed on his feet and quickly drew his wand. The town was in ruins, all that stood was Conwy Castle and even it had been damaged severely. Cars were turned over and destroyed, houses were razed to the foundations, and the streets were full of bodies. Harry had to cast a bubble head charm on himself so he could breathe fresh air, the stench was horrid.

The weather seemed to fit the mood of the town, rain was steadily falling in large droplets down onto the ground. Harry's hair quickly matted down to his head as he made his way to the castle. Walking through the town he felt the hairs on the back of his head stand up and he knew at that moment something was off.

Harry heard a whistle in the air and turned to the castle, he saw blue sparks shoot into the air. "God no" Harry burst into a sprint and wove in and out of the debris of the street toward the parking lot in front of the castle. A howl echoed throughout the town, "What the hell is a werewolf doing out in midday?" Harry thought as he hurdled the hood of a car and sprinting once more.

It was common knowledge that Werewolves only came out at night and on a full moon. "Voldemort must have created a way to have them turn anytime he wanted them to." This was one of many ideas that popped in and out of Harry's mind as he heard the howl once more. He heard panting behind him and when he turned to see his blood ran cold. Two Werewolves were gaining on him, only ten seconds at most.

Harry dived behind a car in the parking lot and pulled out his Glock from his holster. Harry quickly removed the magazine and switched it with the silver bullets. "Hopefully it isn't Remus. I am not ready to kill him." Harry muttered under his breath as he steadied his aim. Werewolves were fast and agile and landing a shot would be hard.

It only took seconds and Harry waited to the last one to make his first shot. The first Werewolf had jumped, ready to strike when Harry squeezed the trigger. The casing shot out of the chamber as he watched the bullet explode from the barrel and into the chest of the pouncing dark creature. There was no time to celebrate as he quickly squeezed the trigger once more killing the second werewolf diving toward him.

Harry stood up and examined both Werewolves, he cast a spell that morphed them back to their original state. A spell that only worked post mortem. Neither one was Remus and he sighed in relief as he holstered his firearm and walked toward the castle. The castle was old obviously, but the repairs that Alastor and Kingsley made throughout the night and morning were extensive.

Conwy if properly fortified once more would be the perfect fortress. The town itself was surrounded by a wall that would have to be repaired but supplied excellent battlements. The castle was the same situation. The Castle had the classic high wall with a dark stone motif. It had eight towers, a perfect position for some of his better marksmen.

Battle plans and evacuations were already on his mind as he quickly jogged up toward the castle. It took a minute or two for him to figure out how to get inside as there was not exactly a big double door entrance into the castle. Harry's mood already went south when he noticed no guard at the entrance way.

Harry kicked the door open and fired a spell into the sky. "What the hell? There are a couple problems with this operation." Harry yelled out as he pushed over a confused bystander as he went over to Ron and the twins. "One, there is no guard at that door. Two, I was attacked by two Werewolves. I am not the only one with silver bullets, you all could have killed them since you obviously knew they were here from the blue sparks shot in the air."

Harry's eyes were on fire as he scanned the area, everyone was laying around relaxing. "Why is everyone so tired, what did everyone here do to make them want to sit back and relax?" Harry turned to see Tonks, Snape, Moody, and Shacklebolt working on wards and fortifications. "I see they are still useful, all of you get up now and start unpacking and organizing, this place best be fully operational and up to speed by nightfall. If I don't see any improvements in the next hour, I will make an example of one very unlucky person."

Harry went over to the four actually working and nodded his head. "What are we dealing with here?" Harry directed his question at Moody hoping for a good answer.

Moody took a look around the area with his magic eye. "We could not have asked for a better location. With the proper spells and wards this place could turn out impenetrable, we just need to get to work and make it count. Sorry about the Werewolves by the way."

Harry shrugged his shoulders "I was in killing mode anyway." Harry looked around the castle "We need to make adjustments."

Hours later the whole area was cleaned and rooms inside were enlarged and divided to house everyone. The castle was bigger now that magic was put to use and there was plenty of room for everyone. Harry had eight snipers placed on each tower and then eight more placed in pairs on different areas of the wall surrounding the town after they were rebuilt and warded.

Harry's anger had frightened his recruits to get into motion, they had all the supplies and weapons unpacked and organized in one hour. Even Harry was impressed by their fast and efficient actions and did not inflict any kind of damage on a single person that day.

By nightfall they had erected a barrier over the castle to keep the elements out of the courtyard and any outside areas of the castle. The next morning they would explore the rest of the town and clean the bodies and give them all a proper burial, but they would leave the wreckage. Harry had high hopes for the new headquarters, it was well protected and they had numerous routes of evacuation.

The end of the night came for them, this meant that the list of things to do that day was done and everyone could enjoy a meal and rest until the next morning. Harry spent his own evening not talking with his the other leaders as usual, but spending the night in his new room smoking a cigarette looking at a picture of Hermione and himself.

They were not in Hogwarts, it was days before her abduction. They were not smiling or goofing off like many of the other pictures he had in his revised album. However, they were one thing that not many people knew of, in love. It was a secret affair and they thought if anyone knew it would make things more complicated.

Hermione spent more than one night in his bedroom, and contrary to her persona smoked the occasional cigarette with him. It started out as sex, a way to relieve stress with one another but without them knowing it slowly grew into much more. He remembered the night she was abducted and his heart broke a bit every time he thought about it.

What made him so angry was that he had not found her or revenged her yet. Harry lit a second cigarette and pulled out his duffel bag from under his bed. It was time to clean his Glock, Sniper Rifle, and XM8. Any weapon he used he needed to clean no longer than a day later. Harry took apart his weapons with practiced ease and with the gun cleaning kit he oiled and cleaned each part of his weapons. He went through three more cigarettes during his cleaning and tomorrow he would have to find an abandoned convenience store to pilfer a pack or two of cigarettes.

Harry put the duffel bag away and fell back onto his bed staring at the ceiling once more, his thoughts were all on Hermione and how she was. The tough facade he kept broke that night and tears streamed down his face as he thought about the love of his life.

Hermione was known for her intelligence and ability to use her mind to get out of any bad situation. This was more than she could handle, five months of captivity was driving her slowly insane. It was the thought of Harry that kept her going and as long as she knew he was alive she would hold on as long as possible.

Hermione sat in the corner of her cell slowly rocking back and forth crying. She could not think of a way out of her situation. She was still angry that she was stupid enough to become a captive on a simple patrol mission. She had decided that she did not need a back up and Harry trusted her enough. She knew he was mad at himself for it, she just hoped that she could go back to him and tell him not to.

Hermione raised her head, the cell door opened and a garbed Death Eater walked in with a tray of horrible food. "Why are you keeping me alive?" Hermione asked as she crawled toward the food the Death Eater haphazardly placed on the floor in front of her.

"A bartering chip." The Death Eater said before leaving the room and guarding it.

"I am going to kill this man." Hermione said under her breath as she slowly at the disgusting tray of slop.

After Hermione finished her meal, she sat back and went back to figuring out how to get out of here, or at least finding out where she was. Hermione slowly crawled toward the door and sat against the wall beside it hoping the guard would let some information she could use let slip. She often did this and always she came up shorthanded. Nevertheless, every day she would sit by the door and hope that something would come to her.

"Harry save me." She whimpered under her breath as she waited by the door for the rest of the evening before passing out from exhaustion.

Hundreds of miles away Harry had a feeling in his heart and mind. He knew what it was, a call from Hermione. She was still alive. Harry fell asleep with the knowledge that he still had a chance to save her.