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AN: Sorry for the delay! I had the document uploaded but forgot to actually post the chapter onto this story... I realized something was wrong when I looked at my Traffic Stats... Anyways, the beginning of this chapter is confusing and vague for a reason. The first part is basically a build up for the central plot of the story.

Enjoy!


Invincible

Chapter 3

The small town of Godric's Hollow was sleepy and quiet, right in the middle of the country side; quite separated from the tourist laden streets of London. The people of Godric's Hollow were also a bit odd, but friendly, and never seemed to leave their beloved little town for groceries and such. This was, of course, all from a Muggle stand point.

After all, Godric's Hollow was a near all-wizard town. It housed some of the most ancient names of Wizarding, and those families had lived there for generations. Another commonly known, although tragic fact about Godric's Hollow was that it was the place where Lord Voldemort himself came one Halloween night and murdered three of the village's inhabitants. They were, of course, the elderly Potters, and their grandson.

The body of Harry Potter was never found, believed to be lost in the inferno that destroyed the Potter's house, along with the bodies of Nicholas Potter and Anita Potter. Although there were no bodies to bury, graves were still placed in Godric's Hollow Cemetery to honor their deaths.

It was here, in this sprawling village, that we find the supposedly deceased Harry Potter.

Due to the thick branches of the many willow trees around the cemetery, the place was always covered in shadows and it was rather chilly for a summer's day. Harry stood alone in the cemetery that housed the graves of his grandparents. They were, perhaps the only ones despite his Father, Draco, Lucius, and Bella, that he had ever cared about, and cared about him in return.

"Happy Birthday Grandmum," he whispered, tracing the swirling black letters on the tombstone. He let his arm drop back to his side and just hung his head for a moment.

If he tried, he could still remember a white haired woman laughing merrily at his side, while a wrinkled man shot sparks out of his wand for Harry to marvel at. He could see the aged witch sing him to sleep at night, and being woken up to the smell of chocolate biscuits.

But if he could remember all of that, then it also meant Harry could still remember that deep chuckling that he had come to associate with hours spent alone in a cold basement and that fiery hair that he knew would always haunt him in his nightmares.

Harry missed his grandparents sometimes, but nevertheless, he couldn't bring himself to regret their deaths. If his Father hadn't come to take him away, then he would still be with… them.

No, it was better this way.

Harry nodded to the graves of the late Nicholas and Anita Potter, then Apparated back to the Quidditch game. His new family was waiting.


"Leave me alone Harry!" grumbled the currently indignant voice of Draco Malfoy, ducking out of the way of an orange spell, "It was a onetime thing."

Harry cocked an eyebrow at his best friend, momentarily holding still. The two friends were having a mock-duel in the spacious training grounds of Harry's Manor. "It's not considered a 'one time' thing if it happens every time we watch Quidditch together."

"Shove off," Replied Draco, sending a Disarming spell at Harry and reanimating the duel.

Harry chuckled and casually flicked the spell away with his wand. He retaliated with a Bone-Breaking Hex and several Stunning spells, aimed consecutively at various spots around Draco, so he wouldn't be able to move out of the way without getting stunned.

Draco, however, just rolled his eyes and blocked the Bone-Breaking Hex aimed directly at him and stood still, letting the barrage of Stunning Spells pass him.

"Nice try Harry; Father taught me how to block that after our last duel," smirked the blond boy, "Now stop holding back!" With that said, Malfoy threw several Cutting Hexes at the amused looking Harry and an Imperious Curse.

The Imperious was just to show Harry that the rules of the duel had been changed to "Anything Goes", seeing as trying to put an Imperious over Harry was the same as attempting to move an elephant with a plastic shovel. It was impossible and stupid to try.

Harry rolled out of the way of the Cutting Hexes and sent a lone Expelliarmus aimed at Draco's wand while the fingers of his left hand twitched.

"I said anything goes Harry!" Draco scoffed, swatting away the Disarming spell, "Are you doing this on purpose to insult m-" This was, however, as far as the blond Slytherin got, as a very heavy light fixture had incidentally flown across the room and bonked him on his gelled head.

Draco crumpled to the ground, leaving a very amused Harry to sidestep the wandlessly Summoned light fixture and "Renneverate" his best friend.

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you shouldn't indulge in banter during duels," said Harry, who was on the verge of breaking out into insane laughter at the look on his friend's face. Draco cursed, a habit he had picked up at school.

"Knocked out by a lamp," muttered Draco, shaking his head in fake shame, "That's not going to be a fun story to tell the grandkids…" He took the hand Harry had offered and pulled himself up off the ground.

"Ahhh, better luck next time, mate!" said Harry, patting Draco's back lightly, "Meanwhile, just indulge in the fact that you can still beat me at chess in your sleep."

"True, true," The blond Slytherin agreed, "But that's not much of an accomplishment. Every time we play, you forfeit in the middle then destroy the chessmen because they are apparently too annoying to see the light of another game."

Draco had to choke in a laugh at Harry's offended expression that followed. No matter how "Dark" or "Evil" they may both be viewed by the rest of the world, they were still just teenage boys after all.

They sat there on the padded floor of the training arena for another few minutes to rest in companionable silence. Suddenly, Draco cocked his chin to the side and faced Harry.

"Again?"

"Sure." And with that, Harry had to promptly blast the conjured tiger away from him before sending a jet of freezing, pressurized water at his friend's head.


"Master, we need to speak with you about young Master Harry," said Bellatrix Lestrange hesitantly. She and Lucius Malfoy were standing in the presence of their master, Lord Voldemort, who quickly turned away from some papers sitting on his desk to face his two most trusted followers at the mention of his son's name.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed and shifted from the dark haired witch to the sleek, blond-haired wizard standing in front of him. They were both fidgeting nervously at being probed with those blazing, red eyes but willed themselves to stand upright.

"What about Harry?" asked Voldemort, prodding their minds with Legilimency as he waited for an answer.

"We," started Lucius Malfoy, indicating Bellatrix and himself, "Believe that something is wrong with the Commander." He cast a glance to Bellatrix, urging her to do the explaining as the Dark Lord would listen to her more regarding Harry's health.

"I've recently noticed that Harry is looking a bit under the weather, My Lord. He doesn't seem to be getting enough sleep." Said Bellatrix passionately, aware of her Master's probing and bringing the picture of Harry looking fatigued at the Quidditch game to the forefront of her mind.

Lord Voldemort frowned. Harry did indeed look worse for the wear, although he wasn't sure why. It was dangerous for Harry to be sent out on raids if he wasn't up to them. Harry often had to deal with the most Aurors, seeing as everyone on the Light side aimed to either capture or kill the Commander, so Voldemort knew the importance of Harry being alert while on raids.

Frowning, Lord Voldemort quickly summoned Tilly, Harry's elf in charge of his nutrition and injuries. With a loud CRACK, Tilly arrived in Lord Voldemort's Chambers, dressed in a grimy uniform and apron.

"The Great Master has called Tilly?" squeaked the small elf, bowing low to her Master.

"Elf," stated Lord Voldemort impatiently in a cold voice," I have heard that my son has recently been looking fatigued. Why is that?" The Dark Lord fixed Tilly with a cold stare, causing Bellatrix and Lucius to exchange looks and shiver. They were relieved that their Lord's rage was focused on someone else.

"Well… 't-'tis because Y-young Lord has been having nightmares, Master. Tilly has asked Young L-lord if he desires potions, but he r-refuses Master!" stammered Tilly, looking ready to burst into tears at her Master's obvious disapproval.

"Why have I not been informed, elf?" hissed Voldemort.

"'Tis because… because Young Lord insists he is f-fine! H-he is insisting for Tilly to not bother you Master!" cried Tilly in anguish. Lord Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

"Crucio," He muttered, ignoring the pained screams of the elf, "Is he fit to continue leading raids as the Commander?"

"I is not knowing Master! I is not knowing!" Tilly flinched again at the sight of Voldemort's wand, "I is thinking Master's son is needing a few days of rest, then Master Harry can be going on raids again."

Voldemort considered the words of the elf who lay cowering before him and decided that it was all he could do if Harry was only sleep-deprived.

"Avada Kedavra," hissed the Dark Lord, barely paying attention as the elf dropped to the floor. He distractedly banished the remains then turned to his two Death Eaters, "Take care of Harry for the next few days. Make sure my Heir's condition does not worsen."

Lucius and Bellatrix recognized the dismissal and bowed their way out of their Lord's office.

Lord Voldemort sighed then turned to stare out the open window at the mountain landscape that surrounded the Manor. He saw the dark-haired figure of what must have been his son and Lucius' son in the outside training grounds below, making a mental note to visit Harry that night and find a replacement house-elf.


Severus Snape swept through the halls of the Dark Lord's Manor, on his way to that evening's Death Eater meeting. His Lord had been strongly hinting at another raid the last meeting, so Snape wanted to be ready to inform Dumbledore of the raid at a moment's notice.

The Death Eater raids had been resulting in even more Muggle and Wizarding deaths recently, ever since that Commander had been introduced to lead the raids.

While Snape would never admit it, he secretly held admiration for the young Commander. No one on either side of this war could doubt the Death Eater's skills. He knew that Aurors, the Order, and Death Eaters alike would never be able to produce someone else that rivaled the Commander's skill or even, surprisingly, his charisma. He held himself in a way that made it impossible to not follow his lead.

The Commander was a natural leader, and an alarmingly brilliant duelist. Severus Snape was also strongly suspicious that the rumors of the Commander being capable of doing wandless magic were true.

Wandless magic was a feat impossible for most of the more powerful wizards he's met. Even the few wizards, like Dumbledore and the Dark Lord, who were able to do it had to commit many years to learning only the simplest of spells.

Snape drifted along the halls of the Dark Lord's base, coming to an abrupt halt as screaming reached his ears. It was odd for those screams to belong to a prisoner, as all prisoner interrogations were held in the underground dungeons.

Suspicious, Snape crept into the shadows and silently followed the screams to a set of thick, mahogany double doors. Light leaked from the inside of the room, penetrating from under the door frame and Snape had to stifle a gasp at what he was hearing.

"Is he fit to continue leading raids as the Commander?" hissed the unmistakable voice of the Dark Lord.

"I is not knowing Master! I is not knowing!" Squeaked the shrill voice of what was obviously a house-elf, "I is thinking Master's son is needing a few days of rest, then Master Harry can be going on raids again."

Snape's eyes widened in shock. He took a deep, rattling breath in to keep himself from calling out.

"Avada Kedavra," hissed the Dark Lord. The sound of a body dropped to the floor, "Take care of Harry for the next few days. Make sure my Heir's condition does not worsen."

Severus heard footsteps coming towards the door and had to forcibly unfreeze himself from his position outside the doorframe. Snape almost ran his way through the twisting halls of the Manor and towards the Floo. He had to inform Dumbledore and the Order immediately.

Things were not looking good for the Light side.


If you would have told Albus Dumbledore a few years ago that a Hogwarts' aged teenager would be single-handedly turning the tide of the war, then that said Albus Dumbledore would have smiled kindly at you; then sent you off to Madame Pomfrey with a Lemon Drop in hand.

If you told Albus Dumbledore that now, he would simply stare blankly at you with the sudden urge to smash his many trinkets against the wall.

That second scenario was, unfortunately, how we find Albus Dumbledore today.

"Albus, the Ministry is getting impatient. I'd hate to say it, but I agree with Fudge," said Kingsley, wearing his deep blue Auror robes. The Order was having a small meeting in Dumbledore's office and the tension in the room was almost tangible, "The Wizarding public can't be informed about how clueless we are concerning the Commander! It would only cause chaos and revolt when cooperation is necessary for the public's safety."

"Now wait a minute," Sirius Black protested," People have a right to know! How will they be prepared if they think the government is handling the problem?" James Potter sighed to himself. This was the second meeting they've had this week, but all they ever seemed to accomplish was getting people mad at each other. At this rate, they wouldn't need Voldemort and his Death Eaters to finish the Order off. The dividing sides of the Order were doing that itself.

"Hmmm. In this case, I think some people know more than others," interrupted Alastor Moody. He squinted suspiciously at Dumbledore, "Didn't you say yesterday that you had a theory?" All separate ongoing conversations and arguments stopped and the members of the Order of the Phoenix silently faced their leader.

"Actually, I do recall you mentioning that Professor," said Remus Lupin, prodding gently, "and I must admit that I'm a bit curious."

Albus Dumbledore was a person who secretly prided himself on knowing more than the average witch or wizard. He knew he wasn't infallible, far from it, but he could usually deduce the truth from obscure tidbits of information. This was one of those times where he was pretty sure he was correct, no matter how he wished it wasn't so.

"It is my belief that we may be dealing with a situation far different than what we would normally expect," Said Dumbledore, piercing each member of the Order in attendance with his gaze, "The facts are that the Commander is a 16 year old boy who is very close to Lord Voldemort. He seemed to come from nowhere and is extremely powerful, embodying all of the Dark Lord's values and skills."

"…Well get on with it Albus!" exclaimed Dedalus Diggle, promptly earning a smack from Hestia Jones.

"I think Lord Voldemort may have-"

A burst of green light erupted from the fireplace and a black-clad figure stumbled into the office. Ever paranoid, the figure was met with a face full of Alastor Moody's wand. Paying no attention to this, Severus Snape straightened himself up and stared into Dumbledore's eyes. Ignoring the commotion around him, he spoke in a clear, but shaking voice.

"Albus, the Dark Lord has an Heir."


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