Disclaimer: I would like to thank again, fanfiction writer hfan2002 for her help with this chapter. She gave me major ideas on how to start it off – Thanks Aimee! And a thank you to all my reviewers so far for giving constructive compliments.
This Time Around
Chapter 2
Wizard War II
After that day, things appeared to get worse. Voldemort gained more power as the second war reared its ugly head. Families began to split apart as sides were chosen. Lycanthropes, conned by Voldemort's promise to find a cure, went mainly with him, while others still thought there was a nobler cause.
Pure bloods, felt their blood boil, as children chose to go with or against their family values that had been pounded into their head since they had been born. And Muggles were left to their business, not being aware of anything happening around them.
For the rest? Day after day, Voldemort sent out 2 to 3 Dementors and Death Eaters to homes that were complete to find followers. If they declined, the Dementor would cause their biggest fear and drain their soul. Home after home became empty of happy faces. Day after day, the Order tried to build up their force.
The Order grew larger of those who believed differently of Voldemort's plan and those who escaped before the Dementors came to do His dirty work. The Order of the Phoenix was able to gain most members before the Dementors, but they weren't fast enough. Voldemort gained not only the Werewolves, but also the Vampires, Banshees, and even Trolls. As dumb as they may seem, to Voldemort, they were still numbers and powerful.
It took two years to divide all the Wizards and Witches; two years for the wizardry side to dwindle down the Dementors side and the Dementors to do the same to the other side.
By the end of the fourth year, it got down to the original Order of Phoenix and Voldemort's original group of followers. Over half of the new joiners to the Order backed down half way through and safely hid at Grimmauld place.
The followers of Voldedmort were not so lucky. Those who wanted to quit were either killed or found soulless. As His army dwindled, he took over himself and called for Harry.
As the fourth year started to die, a new year began and an epic winner was about to be announced.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"You know you're not powerful enough to defeat me." A large voice boomed from a great skull in the sky, with a snake weaved through the mouth. "My faithful followers give me more power than you'll ever dream of!"
"I've waited too long for this!" Harry gasped out. He brought all the air he had into his lungs. "Expecto – Patronuuuuuum!" A white stag gleamed out of Harry's wand and rampaged the Dementors and Death Eaters as far back as Norway. The Order stopped and froze, their wands at the ready. Voldemort's guard went down for the power had left him, and Harry took this as his opportune moment. He shouted at the top of his lungs, wand extended, "AVADRA KE – DAVRA!"
A beam of bright green light shot out of Harry's wand, which shot him back to slump on the ground with force and knocked him out. The green beam engulfed the skull in the sky and exploded out in a huge sphere, then quickly retracted back into the skull and condensed in on itself. All that was left was a small cloud of green dust in the night sky. The next time Harry would wake up would be five months later at St. Mungos, with Ron at his side, winded.
Harry bolted upright, gasping a big breath of air. He looked around in his blurred world to find his glasses. As he put on his glasses, he blinked a few times till everything focused. He noticed Ron sitting next to his bed.
"May 28th, 2002 – 1:38 p.m." Ron rambled off without being asked.
Harry looked around, trying to comprehend the news.
"What?"
"Harry, you've been in a, sort of, coma or trance for the past five months. The doctors told me you'd probably wake up shortly."
"Where am I?"
"At St. Mungos, Mr. Potter." A figure in the doorway said.
"You blacked out Harry, after you diminished Voldemort." Ron added.
"I what? No, no, wait ---- then that wasn't a dream? I er – I must have relived the whole war from beginning to end . . . as a dream? . . ."
"That explains the five months then; if you relived it as a dream. Lie back." The figure that was once at the doorway was a rather petite woman around her mid thirties. She started checking Harry for anything unusual. "Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue. Sit up – breathe deeply." She ran through the list of check ups as if it were nothing. The woman left the room with her clipboard.
"Harry, you know you've scared Ginny these past months. What was going on in there?"
Harry rubbed his forehead, "I don't know, but I have a bloody headache and my scar is burning. It didn't feel like a dream though. It was so real. It was the war all over again. From what that lady just said, I think every month was a year. I saw everything."
"Did you see what happened after you defeated Voldemort?"
"No, that's when I woke up."
"You wiped out half the muggles in a five mile radius and if it weren't for the Order's shield they, would have been wiped out too."
Harry slumped back against the headboard and stared ahead. He couldn't believe he caused that much damage.
"Mr. Potter? It's time for your session." The petite woman returned.
"My session?" Harry looked at Ron.
"You may come along too Mr. Weasley. It will be better for him. Come along Mr. Potter, your clothes are at the end of the bed."
Harry took his freshly washed clothes to the hospital bedroom's bathroom and changed. When he came out, he handed his hospital clothes to the woman and walked with Ron down the plain corridor.
