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A/N: I have an immature sense of humor. Deal with it.
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Fun fact: The Dark Lord Grindelwald AKA Hitler used fifty fluid ounces of Felix Felicis to convince Muggles to follow his plans.
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Back to the story:
The rest of the month went by pretty quickly. Harry found himself making frequent visits to the rest of the Maraudeurs and studying Animagus and Dark and Light Arts. Harry had learned a mountain over the month, and he made it a habit to practice his newly acquired skill of wandless magic whenever he could.
After a few weeks of failing to make the antidote for the Hating Charm, Harry gave up.
"Conjurus Euphoria!" Harry said, waving his hand. He still couldn't do wordless-wandless magic, believe it or not, so he had to be clear in pronouncing it, lest he end up like Wizard Barrufio, who said è instead of r and ended up with a buffalo on his arm, or something like that. A small bottle appeared on his lap. He would be sure to slip this into the Dursley's lunch to cancel out the hating charm. Unknown to him, this would only work for a few years.
"Levi." Harry whispered, and floated the opened bottle upside down into the beef stew. It glowed green for a second before fading away. "Conjurus Peppermint." A sprig of peppermint flew into the soup. Essence of Euphoria was faulty and tweaked your nose if you didn't add peppermint to it.
At lunchtime, Dudley and co ate the Euphoriized Soup. The magic took affect immediately and Harry found himself to be the victim of a bone crushing hug from Dudley. After a few minutes, said bone-crusher sighed and said "That feels better."
"So, finally back to normal, Dud?" said Harry.
"Yeah," Dudley replied.
"Th-thanks." Petunia stammered. Vernon simply nodded.
Gideon was pacing around his room at Hogwarts. He could believe it; his low-life scum of a brother had nearly fooled everyone into doubting Gideon's responsibility as the Chosen One, the Boy-Who-Lived. Yet, Dumbledore had another theory.
The Headmaster who had grown from a scabby kneed Auburn-haired child who wanted to taste every candy in existence and become headmaster of Hogwarts sighed. He grabbed some floo powder and shouted into it, "Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers." Two people emerged, though a third would usually follow them, Professor Quirrel had died, so Lily and James took on the full position of DADA teachers.
"What is it, P — Albus?" asked James. "Is it about You-Know-Who?"
"It's about your son — Gideon," Dumbledore added quickly, seeing James's dark look. "There might have been a chance —" he coughed. "I think — your son Gideon might not be the Chosen One."
"WHAT?" James replied, outraged.
"Calm down, James." Albus soothed. "I have a hunch that Neville Longbottom might be the Chosen One," Dumbledore paused for good measure. "He has shown amazing progress in class, while Gideon is hardly above a squib. It's a wonder that he can even balance his cauldron correctly!"
While Albus's assumption was incorrect, it did set the gears in people's brains to get everyone thinking. Is it possible? Can Gideon Potter not be the Chosen One? A certain blue beetle flew away from Dumbledore's office to make sure that the gears did get working.
This will be my best scoop, Rita Skeeter, a blue beetle Animagus thought.
"I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS!" James shouted. "YOU SAID THAT NIGHT THAT MY GIDEON WAS DEFINITELY THE CHOSEN ONE, ALBUS! YOU SAID SO!" James started breathing. Count to ten…one…two…
"James, I —" suddenly an alarm went off. A very loud alarm, mind you. "Quick!" Dumbledore shouted. "My wards went off, there must be some sort of attack on Diagon Alley!"
The Wizarding Wireless Network also turned on with a BEEP!
"Magical Great Britain is currently at War with the following countries:
Albania
Bulgaria
Germany
Austria
Russia
Italy and
Greece
I repeat. Magical Great Britain is at war with the Dark Powers: Albania, Bulgaria, Germany, Austria, Russia, Italy, and Greece. Death Eater leader Bellatrix Lestrange has taken over the following areas: Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley, Liverpool Magical Resevoir, St. Mungo's Hospital, and Northern Azkaban. Wizards and Squibs alike should take cover immediately. I repeat: Wizards and Squibs should take cover immediately!" said Auror Leader Rufus Scrimgeour's voice.
At that same moment, one Harry Potter woke up clutching his scar.
(Guys… It's ol' Morty. He's attacking…and his attack is on…Diagon Alley…)
Harry quickly teleported to Diagon Alley, along with his friends.
Harry got spat out of the air into the Leaky Cauldron and fell into a cupboard where his friends landed. They stepped out of the cupboard and saw devastation. Tables overturned, blood everywhere. Bottle broken, planks ripped off from the floor, magical residue. It was disgusting, to say the least. After a few moments of staring, they got snapped out of their trance when they heard someone screaming. "Let's go!"
Fred stepped out first. When no one was looking, he said. "VIVENSENVIVRESUND!" The Emblem appeared next to the Dark Mark.
"Why'd you add the –Sund to the Emblem incantation?" Harry's question was answered when he heard a sound filling the area. It was a weird sound, like the sound that you hear when someone is whistling a one-note song, and it trembles a little and vibrates.
"Well, since we are an Anti-Death-Eater-Prankster-Squad, people will hear this noise and either think 'Oh! I'm saved!' or 'Oh no, the prankster squad is on the loose!'" replied Fred.
"Look!" said Luna. Muggle helicopters were flying and dropping more Death Eater Troops.
"Those are hellycoppers." Ginny said smartly.
"No, they're helicopters!" said Sirius. "C'mon, let's split up and kick some Death Eater arse."
Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix had to drive a Muggle SUV to get to Diagon Alley, as there were anti-Apparation and anti-Portkey wards. They dressed in their golden Order robes when they saw people in white robes fighting the Death Eaters.
"Stop," Dumbledore commanded. "These people might be of valuable asset to the Order. For now, we'll have to work together with them." They never noticed the glowing red phoenix emblem floating above their heads.
"Conjurus Rifle!" Harry shouted. A sniper rifle flew into his hands. Never underestimate the power of advanced Muggle weaponry. He levitated himself on top of a building and started shooting. BLAM-BLAM! BLAM-BLAM-BLAM! Death Eaters were on the streets moaning. "Ugh, where are these tiny, high-speed bill-shaped things coming from?"
Luna was running very fast. She had used a high-speed charm and was swinging a large sword ("Conjurus Oversized Sword!") while going at five-hundred MPH. DE troops everywhere were being hit by a seemingly invisible force. Next to her, Ginny was throwing knives and daggers so fast that they too seemed invisible. CUNK-CUNK-CUNK! The noise of daggers on flesh reverberated on the walls.
Draco was on a broom and occasionally dropping heavy weights and objects by way of Inanimatus Conjurus Charms. Since this was wandless, Draco also shot DE troopers with arrows from a specially made Mystic Bow. The Crystal Arrows split up and shot into other Death Eaters, and then they exploded leaving an acidic gas that killed on touch or smell. The gas was charmed to only hit those with a Dark Mark.
Sirius was having the fun of his life. He had used a notice-me-not charm and a disillusionment charm layered with an invisibility charm on the inside of the white cloaks they wore (so if Mad-eye Moody's eye saw him, Moody would only see a disillusionment). He flipped it inside out for good effect. He shot random spells and Death Eaters would never find him. It was quite fun, especially when you shot spells like 'Rictusempra!' or 'Tarantallengra!'" Sirius sniggered as he watched a Death Eater start dancing and trying to put the fire on his cloak out.
Neville took a bag a parasitic seeds and shot them on all the Death Eaters while setting water on them. The results were catastrophic.
Ginny simply conjured a Troll and watched as it caused havoc.
After Lupin scared off the other Death Eater by using a Dementor- Conjuring spell with the help of Hermione, the others gathered around the center of Diagon Alley.
"That was much too slow," Harry commented dryly. "We have to do better. Our spellwork was excellent, but we need to start with physical exercises from now on."
"Ok, that sounds good," said Draco. Then they all teleported away.
Unknown to them, several Order Members were watching them, and hastened to tell Dumbledore about this.
"They sound like children!" Commented Flitwick. "But their aim and power is so true! I can feel the aura radiating off them!"
"It's true." Snape said icily.
"Children?!" said McGonagall. "Impossible! How can a few children with a Dark Mark of their own be able to defeat fully-grown Death Eaters! I refuse to believe it!"
"Minerva, alas, it is true." Said Dumbledore. "I have seen it. They are children."
"Hang on there, Albus." Said James. "My Gids here says that he was the one beating the Death Eaters, and those kids just took his credit! You have proof now, that if he could beat such people then he is the Chosen One!"
"Albus, you cannot believe him!" said Snape. "Potter here is lying!"
"How would you know, Snivellus!" shouted James Potter.
"Enough," said Dumbledore. "I have seen, with my own two eyes, those children beating the Death Eater Troops, not Gideon."
"But—but —, but—!" James spluttered.
"Furthermore, Mr. Potter here has spent the evening in detention with me." Albus said, finality in his tone.
"Fifty points from Hufflepuff for taking credit for someone else's work, Potter." Snape sneered snidely. (A/N: say that ten times fast!)
"Albus, surely you can't —" James began.
"ENOUGH! This meeting is over. Gideon Potter is taking credit for something he has not done, and children defeated Death Eaters. If you don't believe it, then get out. If you do believe it, get out anyways. I have to get some sleep for the night!" said Dumbledore, the twinkle gone from his eye.
CRACK!
"Graffy will escort sirs and miss through the door, please." Said a House-Elf that appeared.
"Honestly, guys," said Draco. "How can you act like killing millions of Death Eaters is no big deal?"
"Well, when you're immortal, you tend to not care about things." Harry replied dryly.
"You've only been immortal for two months! And don't you forget that I'm immortal too!" Draco retorted.
"Pff." Was all Draco got from Harry.
"It's not like 'Mort's taking the Nymph's Crystal." Luna replied, her pale, slightly bloodshot at the iris, eyes looking at her nails.
"What's that?" asked Hermione. "Is it another made up creature like the Crumple-Horned Snorkack?"
"For your imfo, the Snorkack is a real animal!" Luna said angrily, then regained her dreamy composure. "But no, the Nymph's Crystal is one of the few magical relics that control the Earth's magic."
"Huh?!" Harry shot out.
"What? You know about all these magical reservoirs." Luna said, smirking slightly. "I thought the Great Harry Potter, the Real Boy Who Lived would have known that such reservoirs had to come from somewhere?"
"Don't you guys know," said Harry. "If Voldemort got in control of one of these relics, he could gain ultimate power over the earth?!"
"Oh my gosh, I never thought of that!" Luna replied sarcastically.
"I'm assuming there is something guarding this Nymph's Crystal?" asked Sirius.
"Yep," Luna said dreamily. "It is buried under the ruins of Atlantis."
"Please," Hermione replied. "Atlantis shouldn't exist."
"Well neither should magic, what do you say to that?" Ginny replied.
"'Guess you have a point." Said Hermione. Then she yawned. "Time to go to sleep. G'night."
"'Night." Everyone else replied.
The next day, the Serpientes Maraudeurs decided to go to Atlantis to take possession of the Crystal to ensure its safety. The only question was: Where is Atlantis?
"I researched in several books," said Hermione. "Atlantis is supposed to be somewhere south east of North America. It should be five hundred miles from the islands over here." She pointed to the map.
"How will we get there?" asked Ginny. "We can't Teleport or Apparate there if we have never seen it before."
"I know," Remus said. "We go by Airplane."
After floo calling everyone's parents, the Maraudeurs set off for Atlantis. It would be a horrible journey.
"What do you mean, you don't take Gring—Credit Card?!" said Remus to an airplane attendant.
"I'm sorry sir," said the woman, who was becoming impatient. "But you know the rule —" She became stiff, as Hermione waved her hands in front of her face.
"You will let us in…" Hermione said as her voice echoed unnaturally through the office, though no one but magical people and the victim of the hypnosis could hear her. "You will tell, if asked, that we used money… You will step aside and let us in…" Hermione snapped her fingers, which also made an echoey "SNAP! — SNAP — snap! Snap — nap — ap!" sound.
When they were in the airplane, Harry asked how she did it.
"I've been reading up on hypnosis," she said. "This was my first time trying it in real life, though."
"Cool." Said Neville. "It's like you can do anything."
"Well, that's kinda true," she said, blushing slightly. "Since I'm the Root Immortal in this group, I have an unlimited Magical Aura like Harry, who has it because he's a Metamagus."
"Oh, seriously?!" said Harry. "Cool."
"Yeah." Said Hermione.
"We have arrived at our destination. Please take off your seat belts and take your luggage." Said a man at the intercom.
"Ok guys, we're here." Said Sirius. "We're in Ocean Avenue, well, to wizards that is. Muggles won't be able to see where we're going after we get off."
They went to a deserted house, but after what Harry had known about Wizards, he didn't doubt that there was a trap door or something in there.
Sirius took the brass knocked and pulled it off. It magically reattached and they got transported to another Muggles place.
The sensation was odd. It was like feeling the feeling of going down a slide, but also feeling as if you're upside down, and the blood is rushing to your head. Then it felt like the wind was pushing them against a wall, or slide for this matter, like one of those spinning Muggle gravity rides in amusement parks.
"C'mon, let's stop for a bite to eat," said Sirius.
They went into an interesting-looking restaurant. The owners of the restaurant started gibbering in a language that even Harry couldn't understand, even though he and co. had studied as many foreign languages as they could.
"Can we order something?" asked Remus.
"Huh? Dumbla ho flagaration blahga wohi kah! Oh som nofuc!" said the waiter.
They couldn't understand any more than Remus could.
In the end, they had to show pictures to them to order.
"Is this chicken, or beef, I can't tell." Said Sirius.
"That's the food platter," Harry said in an undertone.
"Oh," Sirius said before promptly turning red. "Uhh…Looks tasty."
"This looks like fish," Ginny said. "Let's order it."
After a few hours worth of looking at pictures, they got handfuls of squid, turnip, parsnip, crayfish, oyster, broccoli, teriyaki chicken, and peppermint humbugs for dessert. They all had tomato-and-carrot juice, mainly because that was the only juice they had experience with tasting.
They got out of the restaurant and they suddenly realized they had no idea how to get tickets for the Wizarding Airline to Atlantis. Then Harry's Phoenix Fire-apparated to him, and dropped several pieces of paper that transformed into tickets.
"Thanks." Harry said. "What should I name you? How about…Hedwig?"
The Phoenix chirped its affirmation, flapping its red-and-white wings.
They hopped onto the plane, if you could call it that, and had to put on temporary-tattoos on their right hand to ensure that no magic, no wandless, Apparation or even Animagus magic can be used until the trip was over. They also had to deposit their wands into a bin to pick up at their destination.
They were watching the tiny TV in front of them when it happened.
"MAY-DAY, MAY-DAY!" shouted one of the squib passengers. Everyone stared at him: they obviously didn't know what May-Day meant.
They looked at the window and Death Eaters were attacking the magically-propelled-aircraft. Everyone began screaming. The plane crashed, fortunately, on the Death Eaters. Medical Healers began to swarm in to heal everyone, when they realized that they couldn't, because of the magical wards.
"C'mon!" said Sirius. The Serpiente Maraudeurs were the only people who didn't get injured, for some reason. "We have to go before Death Eater reinforcements come!"
They all jumped out of the emergency exit and started running for their lives.
A/N: I checked the stats on my stories, and do you know what I see?! Two hundred hits and no one reviews! R&R!