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Chapter 4: Revelations and Confrontations

After a long day, it was finally time to go to Dumbledore's office and find out what the cryptic message the Headmaster had given him meant.

As he approached the gargoyle, he realized that he didn't know the password needed to enter, but it seemed that fortune was on his side, because the statue opened on its own.

"Hello, Harry," Dumbledore said while pacing behind his desk.

"Hello, Professor. What was the thing you wanted to tell me?"

"Straight to the point, I see. The other day you asked me if anything could be done to stop Voldemort's plans and I told you I would tell you later. Do you remember?"

"Yes, I do," the boy answered, starting to lose his patience.

"Well, I think that this moment has arrived. You are about to find out what has to be done to defeat him, and what may have to be sacrificed in the process."

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Harry was sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor Common Room, his mind still spinning. He was sure that the conversation he had just had with Dumbledore was going to change his future.

"Harry, I have been thinking about how we can finally defeat Voldemort, and I have come to a conclusion. Your scar links you both in a very strange way, most likely a unique one. The way I see it, the only one that can kill him is you. You must do everything you can to succeed, for if you fail, we will all be doomed"

"I don't understand. What has my scar got to do with anything?" Harry had asked, puzzled.

"You are the only one to have survived the killing curse, ever since Salazar Slytherin created the spell. And by doing that, you have 'earned' your scar. As it has never happened before, we don't exactly know how it works. If Voldemort is defeated by someone else, something unexpected will happen and he won't truly die. The safest way is, in my opinion, for him to die by your hands. I am truly sorry to place this huge burden on your shoulders."

While he was deep in thought, both Ron and Hermione were staring at him, patiently waiting for the explanation about what Dumbledore had told him. Once he told them what his 'fate' was, their expressions were a mixture of shock and anger.

"Is he crazy? How can he place the future of the entire Wizarding world in your hands, without even trying to do something himself?" Ron asked, looking as though steam was coming out from his ears.

"I don't know, and I frankly don't care. The only thing I know is that Harry won't be alone in this!" Hermione replied firmly.

Harry, who until then had not been paying much attention to his friends' rants, looked at her in surprise.

"Are you sure you want to be involved in all this? It'll be dangerous!"

The dark glare he received from both of them gave him the answer he needed. They would stand next to him no matter what.

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It was a cold night and Arthur Weasley had been ordered by the Minister himself to guard him and the Ministry along with twenty Aurors, since he was going to stay there until late working on some laws and projects. The red-haired man was still mystified about why Fudge was so reluctant to admit that Voldemort was back. "If we don't do anything, chaos will spread all over England, and maybe even the world, just like the last time,"he thought angrily.

Suddenly, a sharp noise was heard everywhere, almost immediately followed by explosions and pieces of wood and glass covering the entire Ministry. Arthur drew his wand and, frightened as he never had been before, saw at least ten Death Eaters and five werewolves. While taking cover, he and the Aurors injured and scared away the lycanthropes using the "Whiplat" spell. After that, it became an all-out fight between the employees of the Ministry against the followers of Voldemort. Quickly, a couple of Aurors died as they were hit with the Avada Kedavra. Arthur knew that while the black-robed men were more skilled both at dueling and dark arts, the Aurors had strategy and numbers on their side. They paired up against their foes. Soon after that, the Death Eaters were overpowered and either knocked out or chained. However, only six of the original twenty-one that were guarding the Ministry remained uninjured. The rest of them were lying on the floor, dead or barely alive. Good people have been killed, Arthur thought, as he walked by Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody's lifeless body.

At that moment, the surviving Aurors and Arthur Weasley heard a loud scream, coming from the Minister's office direction. They quickly ran there, and when they arrived they saw a masked man. The mask proved that it was a high profile Death Eater from Voldemort's inner circle. Once he removed it, they recognized him as Antonin Dolohov. Behind him laid Fudge, horribly cut and tortured in a pool of blood. The battle immediately started, and with only a flick of his wand, Dolohov killed, or at least severely injured, the Aurors standing behind Arthur.

"This duel is between you and me, Blood Traitor!"

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Harry, Ron and Hermione had been taken to St. Mungos to see Arthur Weasley, who had been hurt in a Death Eater raid to the Ministry. Now, they were sitting next to his bed, listening to his story.

"And finally, Dolohov hit me with a spell called 'Darkslash'. It was a black wave that nearly cut off my arm. As I was falling to the ground, I shot a Reducto curse to where he was standing, causing a huge piece of wood to impale him and then I blacked out."

The three friends were pale and trembling with barely restrained rage. It was at that moment that Harry told Arthur what Dumbledore had told him, and he also told them his plan: something had to be done to stop Voldemort, and if it that meant creating an organization formed by wizards willing to sacrifice their lives to achieve a final peace, then he would do it. When he finished his tale, Ron's father was shocked.

"Really? You're the one to defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? And you want to create an 'army' to face him? Then count me in. During the last war, I didn't participate because Fred and George were still little and so was Percy. I didn't want to leave them without a father. But now, all my kids have grown, and I need to protect you, Harry, because if what you tell me is true, you're our last hope."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Harry asked, clearly touched.

"I am."

"Then, if we think of something about that group, I will have Ron owl you."

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Back at the school, they told their plans to Sirius, who gave them his approval and some ideas. For example, he told them about some people they could recruit; as himself, Kingsley, Tonks, Dumbledore, Arthur, Fred and George, and some friends they could train here at Hogwarts. Once the main core was formed, though, they could recruit outsiders that wanted to join their cause.

After that, they informed Dumbledore of their actions, and he told them that he thought it was a good idea and that he would help them in any way he could, including letting them stay up late and providing them with a special portkey that could exit Hogwarts Grounds and take them to King's Cross.

Satisfied that they had started to unfold their plan, they went to sleep.

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The next morning, Harry was wandering down the corridors, thinking about the consequences of what they would try to do, when he saw something that affected him in a strange way.

When he saw that Hermione was talking to a male Ravenclaw he didn't know, he felt a burning anger at the pit of his stomach, mixed with an acidic coldness that he didn't recognize. He was about to go and interrupt them, maybe even shout at them for no reason at all, but he thought better of it and decided to go see Sirius.

"Come in. Hi Harry!" said his godfather when he knocked on the door.

"I have something I want to ask you about." Harry said, getting straight to the matter at hand.

"Is it about the plans you told me about yesterday? Or is it about school?"

"Neither. It's… eh… it doesn't matter. Don't worry."

Sirius blocked the way as his godson tried to escape, and smirking he said, "Ah! I know what this is about. I recognize that nervous stuttering. You are just the same as James was with Lily. This is about a girl you like!"

"I don't know," a blushing Harry answered.

"Please tell me it's Hermione!" At Harry's lack of response, he started jumping and celebrating in joy. "Yes! I have seen this coming for a long time. It's so obvious that you both are into each other. But I don't understand. Why did you come here? What do you want to ask me?"

"I… I've just seen her… talking to some guy, and I felt a mix of anger with something cold. Do you know what it is? Is it some kind of spell?"

"No, it's not. It's something more natural, more basic. It's jealousy."

"I… I don't… it isn't that!"

"Please, Harry, just shut up and listen to my advice: spend some time soul searching to see if your feelings towards Hermione involve only friendship. And if I'm right and you do like her, you have to tell her, because I'm sure that she likes you back."

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting beside the hearth in the Common Room. They were discussing the last bits and pieces of their group.

"Where is the secret base going to be located?" the red haired boy asked.

"At Grimmauld Place. It's protected by ancient spells and wards, so it's as safe as Hogwarts."

"How is it going to be organized? I think you should be the leader, Harry. You're the most capable to stop Voldemort and his Death Eaters."

Blushing, the boy replied, "All right. But in case I'm temporarily not able to command our people, you two should take charge."

"Okay, and one last thing…"

"What is it, Hermione?"

"What's the group going to be named?"

"The Angels of Light."

Whiplat: As you have seen, the effects this spells has are injuring and scaring werewolves away. It's like the Patronus is for the Dementors, but with an added physical harm. In Harry's potion induced dream, he cut the lycanthropes in half. That was due to his great "magic core". In my opinion, and therefore it is like this in my story, Harry should be stronger that an ordinary wizard, not just some dumb kid with sheer luck.

A/N: Hello! Here is another chapter of HP AoL! From now on, things are going to speed up a bit. Remember that any question you may have about my story or any other subject, you are welcome to ask me.

This chapter has been betaed by JuliaKerns5. Thank you very much for taking the effort to do this!

Thanks to all of you that are reading and/or reviewing this story.

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