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Chapter Four

Previously on A Future Found:

"...Today, we not only fight to keep Hogsmeade safe, but to send a message. It's about damn time we presented a problem to Voldemort. Today, we become his enemies. We are going to fight. We are going to take down those filthy Death Eaters. Today, we will win! Chant with me. Vic-tor-y. Vic-tor-y! Vic-tor-y!"

Pumped up, they accept their portkeys and we are whisked away to war.

When we land, I am pleased to notice that although some members of The Order are unsteady, no one falls down. The defense fighters move behind and to the left of the attackers and I look to the Healers.

"Healers and their partners are to hang back. We do not want you getting injured." I order, my voice ringing clear across Hogsmeade. The Healers nod and move back. Satisfied, I scan our fighters. They look determined and eager for a fight. I smile grimly, that could save their lives. I nod to my Wilds and they follow as I move to the Hogshead. I notice that the lights are off and the streets are deserted.

Behind me, Harry, King and James are spreading out their teams, preparing for the Death Eaters to arrive.

"When do you suppose the Death Eaters are going to arrive?" Bill asks, moving beside me and keeping a constant surveillance of the surrounding areas.

"Well, we are still waiting. They should be here in 3 to 5 minutes. Why?" I ask, studiously avoiding looking at him, a pang of loss hitting me every time I look at his familiar face.

"Because I get the feeling we are being watched." Bill confesses and I falter but continue on. I don't answer him but continue on. I silently reach out to Harry and he alerts the other leaders to be wary and watchful. Twin safe, I allow myself to fall inside my mind, reaching my magical core. Just like all those years ago, it is a hypnotizing blend of silver, purple, green, red and black.

I push in it and magic rushes through me. I feel grim satisfaction. I know using magic like this comes with a cost. I don't know what it will be or what it will do but at this moment, I can't bring myself to care.

I spread my magic around me, wrapping it around my Wilds and the other teams, Harry getting an extra amount. They stare with shock as my multicolored magic wraps around them before sinking into their skin and disappearing.

"W-what in the hell was that?" King asks, staring down at his body that was just lit up a few seconds ago. I turn and face him, my blank green eyes conveying my disinterest in the conversation.

"That was me giving you a measure of my magic for the sole use of protection. It won't last forever but it will withstand a few good hits before it dissipates." I inform him and his eyes widen with shock.

"How is that possible? I've never heard of anyone doing that before." He says and I smile grimly.

"You summoned us here for a reason. Harry and I aren't normal." I bark out a dark laugh. "If we were, we would never be here." I tell him, before turning away, my movements brisk as I move towards the Hogshead. I spread out my magic again, only this time is unseen to everyone but Harry and I. Out of the corner of my eye, I can spot his magic creeping over the village.

Harry's magic is red and gold slashed through with black and a darker green. With our magic spread like this, we will be able to tell when and where people are. We can tell if they are friendly or the enemy.

We reach the Hogshead and silently open the door, slipping inside. An explosion of noise slams my ears and I tense, my fingers slipping down to rest against my daggers. They are a comforting weight against my leg. My Wilds and I silently slip into the shadows, traversing around the room. We spot Aberforth standing on a table attempting to calm the large, angry crowd.

Sighing angrily, he gets down and freezes as I materialize right in front of him, my Wilds lingering in the shadows behind me.

"Need some help?" A small smirk ghosts across my face before it is gone.

"Who are you?" He asks, blue eyes flashing in a way that is eerily reminiscent of Dumbledore. My bright, fierce green eyes lights up and a slow, dangerous smile spills across my face.

"I'm the one who is going keep you alive, while simultaneously pissing off the greatest Dark Lord this world has seen in centuries." I tell him, my voice dark with a hint of excitement. I push past him and vault up onto the table, standing tall and proud; the light glinting off my weapons and shirt. It takes a few moments but when they don't notice me, I loose my patience and unfurl my magic.

The pub is abruptly silent as they feel my magic, heavy and dangerous in the air; brushing against their own, prowling amongst them. They face me, fear in their eyes at the sight of me, standing tall and unflinching against a dark backdrop. I imagine what I must look like to them. Like some sort of dark angel, sent to save them. A dark smile crosses my lips, I won't be able to save them all.

"Who in the bloody buggering hell are you?!" Someone shouts and I smile lazily, focusing all my magic on the scruffy man. He pales as my magic winds around him, knowing the acute danger he is now in. My magic winds around him, dangerous and thirsting for blood.

"I? I am the one who will keep you safe against the invading Death Eaters...Unless you have a problem with that?" I keep my voice deliberately soft but no one can miss the dangerous edge that teases and taunts their fear. The rapidly paling man shakes his head, fear showing bright in his eyes. I abruptly release him from my magic and he slumps to the floor. "Good." My voice is brisk as I stride to the edge of the table.

"The Death Eaters are expecting to be facing unsuspecting Hogsmeade villagers. They are not expecting a fight. They will be lazy and overconfident. We are going to change that. They will attack...we will attack back. My Leaders will divide you into your teams. They will explain what is going on." I step down from the table and over to where my Wilds wait in the shadows. Bill steps forward, ginger eyebrows pulled together.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Worry shows in his voice and I smile; dark and dangerous but somehow smooth...like velvet.

"Absolutely." And my eyes glint with a thirst for a fight; with a thirst for war and bloodshed. "We will fight...and we will win." I promise, knowing it to be the complete and absolute truth.

We wait with bated breath from our perches.

All too soon, shadowed figures appear below us in the streets, clad in long dark hooded cloaks. Silver glints in the light as it bounces of their masks. A tall figure leads the way as they prowl through the empty streets of Hogsmeade. We watch as they gather in the town square which is shaped more like a rectangle. Ready, I rise to my feet in one swift movement. Behind me, I can hear the subtle rustling as my Wilds stand.

I stare across the street, knowing Harry is staring back. I slowly nod my head and a low humming starts up, growing louder.

"Hummmmmm. Hummmmmm. Hummmmmm." I add my voice to the mix, a clear sad tone in my voice as it soars amongst the others.

"Hooooh. Hooooh. Hooooh." Harry and his team joins in and then James and King's teams. The air is literally humming with danger as the Death Eaters pull out their wands. They gather in a loose circle, wands facing out. Abruptly, my voice switches to their tune.

"Hummmm. Hummmm. Hummmm." Following suit, the teams switch to what I was humming before.

"Hoooooh. Hoooooh. Hooooh." On the ground, from all around, spells are shot out of the shadows at the collection of Death Eaters. There are muffled shouts as some collapse and shields shimmer into existence. I smile grimly as I know the casters have withdrawn into their buildings. I switch my tune again and the Death Eaters shift with agitation, wondering when the next strike will come.

Our eerie humming has a lot of them glancing around and sending spells into the surrounding darkness. Finally, I spot a leader, moving to the front. As soon as the person does, I raise my fist and the humming is abruptly cut off. Unnerved, the lone figure comes to a halt.

"People of Hogsmeade. Listen well." I stiffen, recognizing the smooth, velvety voice belonging to Lucius Malfoy. My unwavering green eyes take in every detail. He still has the cane with the snake head but I remember that is only a ruse. The snake head is part of his wand and if you twist the middle of the cane, a blade will shoot out of the end. The cane is a weapon, pure and simple. I pass the message along and my Wilds shift with surprise and worry.

"We are here on behalf of our Dark Lord. He wishes for us to take over this...lovely village. We are to take control with the minimal amount of bloodshed. If you lay down your wands and accept the gracious rule of our Lord, you and yours will remain unharmed. Should you fight...you will be cut down." His voice turns cold. "Make no mistake, the Lord is merciful but never to the point of stupidity." A flash of rage from Harry alerts me to him but I can't stop him in time.

He steps out of his building with his teams in formation behind him. Even though my brother has never been the tallest or the most muscled, there is something about him and his fierce green eyes that warns others to be wary. The light glints off his glasses and I smirk. Harry hasn't needed glasses for years now.

"Malfoy." He spits out, wand steady. "I should have known you would be here. Voldemort sent out his favorite lap dog...ha! No surprise there." Harry spits out and the tall figure stiffens.

"Have care of the words you speak, young one. We are not ones to be spoken to in that way." Though his voice is smooth, I can detect a hint of confusion. And no wonder. Harry is the spitting image of our father (just a bit shorter and with green eyes.)

"You will not have this village, Malfoy! This place is not for the likes of you!" Harry's voice burns with anger and he makes an impressive figure, clad in the emerald robes and the shadows behind him.

"This is not your fight. Whoever you are, lay down your wand and submit to the rule of the Dark Lord." Lucius orders, pulling out his wand. Harry takes a short, sharp step forward.

"I will never submit!" He hisses angrily. "Petrificus Totalus! Reducto! Sectumsempra! Expelliarmus!" Harry shouts out, sending the flurry of spells at the unmoved Lucius Malfoy.

"Protego." Lucius says, almost boredly. He stiffens as the first spell breaks the shield and hurriedly brings up his wand, dodging the next spell and goes right into the path of the next. He jerks back as a cut rips open the robe and draws first blood on his shoulder. He moves out of the way of the last spell and straightens, his fingers white against the dark wood of his wand.

"Os aspiret!" He shouts back, anger in his voice. My breath catches as I realize it is a Dark spell meant to break bones. Harry smoothly dodges it but Lucius isn't done yet. "Praemium." He breathes and the ground in front of Harry explodes into dust and stone. He stumbles back, raising a hand to cover his face.

"Attack!" Harry shouts and his teams surge forward. I halt James's teams but nod to King and he rushes out there, emerald robes emphasizing his large form. The Death Eaters and Attack/Defense teams surge forward to meet each other and I am pleased to note our side is holding up well, doing more damage to the invading force because they are freed from worrying about their safety.

The Death Eaters are confused, unused to the organized attack they are facing but they don't give up. I didn't expect them to.

"Why aren't we attacking?" Bill asks angrily but I don't take my gaze away from the battle below.

"Have patience Bill. It is not time yet. We are the third wave. When King and Harry's teams falter, then I will send down James's team and we will follow soon after." I instruct him and placated somewhat, he argues no more.

"Scalpendum carne!" I hear and panic flashes through me. Similar to the Sectumsempra Curse, the spell is meant to carve the flesh off our bones. My gaze falls on Harry, locked in battle with Malfoy. Harry cries out, his body jerking back as blood pours from a cut on his shoulder. Fear swells up in me before a flood of anger rushes through my veins and I growl with anger.

I straighten, anger burning fierce inside my chest. I turn and gesture to my Wilds to follow as I drift down the stairs. I know that James's team is preparing to walk out. I stand at the door before opening it and stepping outside. My Wilds follow. My eyes lock on Harry and Lucius fighting and my eyes narrow as a hiss of anger is released.

By my side, Marauder growls, haunches raised; ready to fight. I drop my left hand down and clench his scruff in my hands as I flick out my wand in my right hand. We walk out into the battle, wands raised, moving with a deadly grace. James's team fans out behind mine, quickly and efficiently taking out the Death Eaters behind us and our weary fighters/defenders/healers join us as we stalk to the fighting pair.

We advance, never giving the Death Eaters a chance to register our wave of attacking witches and wizards before they are taken down. We are decidedly more vicious than the Order here has ever been before, giving no leave; granting no mercy. I move with a feline grace, anger burning hard and gold in my luminous green eyes.

As we reach Harry, he raises his wand, prepared to curse the older wizard. His arm halts and he turns to me, a question in his eyes that drop down to his arm where I have a firm grasp.

"Let us take it from here." I nod to my Healer and she immediately moves forward, Bill shadowing her. He doesn't hesitate as he drops back and I rest a gentle hand on his head before turning away. As she tends to my brother, I face Malfoy, my eyes hard and cold.

"And who might you be?" He asks, a few of his remaining Death Eaters stirring behind him. I ignore them and fix my glittering green gaze on him, a ruthless smirk crossing my face as I tilt my chin arrogantly, the feathers on my ear cuff gleaming against my glossy black hair.

"I? Who I am is none of your business. All you need to know is why I have come out to face you." I tell him, my voice icy with savage undertones. Intrigue lights his mercurial eyes.

"And why might that be?" He asks, his voice returning to the velvet it was before the battle. I tilt my head to the side, the innocent look on my face at odds with the burning anger in my glowing green eyes. "Surely not because I have come to claim this place for my Lord?" He asks and I let out a mocking laugh, shaking my head.

"Oh no." I purr. "I couldn't care less about that. No. What I am angry about is the harm my twin has received from your wand." I inform him, waving a hand at Harry; an almost playful gleam entering my vivid green eyes.

"Oh? My apologies." Lucius taunts back, understanding the playful, ferocious game I am instigating. It is not unlike that of politics. Saying one thing but clearly meaning another. Relying on body language and hidden messages. I twirl my wand in my hand, my touch loving and possessive on the gleaming wood. I move forward, my movements feral as I prowl forward, light on my feet.

"That's not going to be good enough for me, Lucius." I purr, dark excitement stirring inside me and reflecting in my movements. "I need retribution. To exact my revenge." I inform him, almost idly as I peer at him from the corner of my eyes, a dark smirk curling at the corners of my lips. I look positively wicked and intrigue flares in his eyes again.

"And what might that be?" He asks and I laugh lightly, facing him head on.

"Blood for blood. Blow for blow." I tell him, playfulness gone and a merciless gleam in my eyes as I raise my wand. Responding to the threat, he does the same. I incline my head at him and he does the same. We pause for a moment, savoring the anticipatory feeling hanging in the air.

"Expulso." He breathes and I effortlessly move out of the way of his spell, a taunting gleam lighting up my eyes. A scowl forms on his lips as he responds with a flurry of spells. "Praemium." The ground before me explodes but unlike my brother, I am expecting underhanded and dirty tricks like this. With a wordless wave of my wand, I sculpt the loose dirt and stone into two large lions.

"Duro." I whisper and it solidifies into solid stone. Marauder growls with excitement and I look down at him, a wicked smile curling on my mouth as I breath the spell. "Oppugno." With a roar, the lions come to life, tossing their large heads. "Engorgio." I cast and the two lions swell so they are larger than the surrounding houses. This time, when they roar, the ground beneath my feet shakes. I let loose a wild laugh as (in one bound) they are in front of the Death Eaters and swiping their paws; sending them flying into the air.

A Death Eater lands in front of me, blood bubbling out of their mouth. Gaze dispassionate, I toe the mask off their face and am faced with a male. I stare down at him before pulling out a dagger and sliding it into his chest. His life leaves him as quickly as a candle goes out when you blow on it. I stare down at him before rising and levitating the body to the side.

I tilt my head to the side and watch with childish curiosity as the remaining Death Eaters demolish the last of the lions. I stare at them for a second before raising my head.

"Did you really have to do that? I rather liked those lions." I tell them playfully, stepping closer. Rage, gleaming bright in his eyes, a Death Eater rushes forward. I pull a dagger out and flip it into the air, catching it by the tip and hurling it at the approaching Death Eater. They drop abruptly and a smile curls on my lips as I stalk forward, gesturing at the dagger with my left hand. It releases from the body with a wet sound before slapping into the palm of my hand. I raise it to the sky, watching the light play on the red and silver before flicking my wand and cleaning it off. I slip it back into its sheath and advance on the smaller group once more.

"Who are you?" One of the Death Eaters whispers and another sinful smile crosses my face.

"I have many different names but if you must refer to me by one then I suppose you may use Venom." I tell him and he shudders, fear in every line of his body. He stumbles back and Lucius makes a sharp movement.

"You will stand. For the Dark Lord." Lucius orders before turning to me. "You have won this fight but we will be back." He states, velvet lining steel. A smile curls at my mouth and a laugh bubbles up as I tilt my head back.

"Of course! I would expect nothing less." I tell him, taking a step back and turning away. "Oh, and Lucius?" I call and he turns to me, keeping a hand on his portkey. "Don't think I forgot." All playfulness is gone and in its place is a dark, vicious anger. I blow a kiss, a silver ball of magic releasing from my lips, watching his eyes follow as the silvery ball speeds towards him. He raises his wand to defend but it slams into his shoulder and explodes.

The last thing I hear before they are whisked away is a high, pained shout before that gets cut off.

Silence is all that is heard before Bill laughs.

"We did it!" He shouts. "The Death Eaters are gone!" As if unfrozen, the Order cheers loudly. I stalk over to Harry, desperately trying to rein in my blood-lust. It's been a while since I have been in a situation like that. I had forgotten how good it felt to fight against a worthy opponent and come out on top. Adrenaline rushes though my veins, fierce and hot.

Harry struggles to get up, his gaze fixed on mine. He knows to some measure what I am going through

"Easy twin." He cautions. "Just breath-" I wrap my arms around him, breathing in his scent. He smells like sunshine, polished wood and home. Never hesitating, Harry wraps his arms around me, holding me close and giving me the silence I need. After a few moments of breathing the blood-lust in and out, I gain my composure and pull back from Harry. I silently thank him and he nods, squeezing my fingers twice before letting go.

"That was incredible! You out Death Eater-ed the Death Eaters!" The younger brunette Wild says excitedly. Her hair is pin-straight and she has blue eyes (her name is Rain.) I flash her a charming grin.

"Well, what can I say? I'm a badass." I joke, hiding my darkness and she laughs; exhilarated by the brush with death she had today. I scan the crowd and spot Dumbledore standing by his brother. I narrow my eyes and stalk over to them, Harry at my shoulder and Marauder on my left. "Dumbledore's." I greet them and Aberforth scowls.

"Young Alisia. You and Harry have won the Order a much needed victory today and for that, I thank you." He tells us sincerely and I incline my head in a nod. "However, I do not think you should have used such harmful spells-" I cut him off, anger stirring again.

"Do you know the death count?" I ask, struggling to rein in my anger and he shakes his head. "34 dead." I tell him and his eyes cloud with sorrow. "All of them Death Eaters. None of the Order have fallen today and all of the Order will be able to fight another day." I inform him and his eyes widen with shock, caution lighting in his blue eyes.

"That is truly good news but-" I shake my head.

"No buts. This is war, Dumbledore. You cannot play around and hope that you will win." Behind me, the Order stirs, gathering around. "I understand this is your Order but I also understand that under my command and that of the other Leaders, not one of these warriors died today. Yes, some were injured but not permanently. Within a week they will all be healed and without scars on the body. That is our goal. Not whatever you are doing." My voice is stern and unyielding.

"You have to listen to her." James says, moving to the front. I watch him with surprise as he defends me. "What she is saying? It is all the truth. Before this battle, we have rarely won and always had severe damage and multiple deaths. This time? It wasn't like the others. Clearly the way she fights works so maybe we should be doing it that way." James says quietly but firmly and Sirius, Remus and Lily stand at his back. Dumbledore looks at them, his blue eyes grave.

"We will discuss this at the next meeting. For now, I thank you for what you have done. Not only for the Order but also for the people who live in Hogsmeade and my students." Dumbledore tells me and I nod, understanding his unwillingness to turn to the harsher spells. He once fell under the thrall of power as a boy with Grindlewald. He doesn't want to risk it happening again.

He turns away and I follow suit.

"So..." Harry says and we share a small smile. "That was fun." He begins and I laugh.

"Let's never do it again." I finish, sorrow washing over me. Gred, Forge and I would always say that after a battle. "Thank you." I tell him softly and Harry gives me a soft look, draping an arm over my shoulder.

"Anytime, little sister." Startled, I let out a bark of laughter, his arm solid and warm against my neck.

"Agreed, big brother."

A flash of light has Harry and I hitting the ground before looking up to see a reporter hurrying away with their camera. Harry gets up to chase but I rest a hand on his arm.

"Don't. We need to get the news of our presence to get out somehow. What better way than this?" I ask and Harry reluctantly nods.

"Ready to go?" Bill asks, holding out a portkey, his blue eyes friendlier than before. I smile and take a hold on the old shoe. A hook gets a firm hold on my belly and we are whisked away.

~-A-Future-Found-~

We land in the Headquarters for the Order and let go of the shoe.

"...eyes were like liquid fire..."

"...scary but protective..."

"...amazing..."

As Harry and I pass by the Order members, we catch wind of their conversations. We made quite the impression. Holding myself stiffly, I move through the room, just now feeling the pain as my stiff muscles struggle and fail to relax. Marauder presses against my side, his fur dimming so I can barely see the green and blue in his fur.

"Hey." I mutter to Harry. "I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be right back." I tell him, flinching as someone brushes past me.

"Okay." He nods, his wild hair flopping around. "Are you okay?" He asks, concern shinning in green eyes identical to my own. Tears swell at the back of my throats. So, not trusting myself to speak, I simply nod my head, resting my forehead on his shoulder for a second. He gently rests a hand on the back of my head and I inhale his scent. I relax a little and pull back, heading out of the kitchen and avoiding everyone's eyes.

I trot up the stairs, slowing down when I see the bathroom door is closed and a light shining underneath. I slump against the wall across the door, bowing my head into my chest. Tears burn in my eyes and I want so badly to let them fall. But I can't. Then I would just be admitting defeat. All our lives, Harry and I were never the type to cry. We learned pretty quickly that tears never do anything for us except make the Dursley's sneer and laugh.

I take a few deep breaths, struggling to keep control over my emotions.

"Are you okay?" I look up and meet the warm blue eyes of Remus. He is standing in the doorway and I realize he was the one in the bathroom. I straighten, wiping my face clear of the desperation plaguing me and nod briskly.

"I'm fine." I answer, glad my voice doesn't shake. He eyes me, clearly knowing I am not telling the truth but then he nods and moves away. I go into the bathroom and shut the door behind me, bracing my arms on the sink. I feel a flash of deja vu, realizing this is almost the exact same pose as yesterday when Harry and I were transported here.

I snort, raising my head. It is hard to believe we have only been here for a day and night. Then my smile fades as I realize something. It was just like this in our home when the war was happening. Everyday seemed like it took a lifetime to pass, simply because we were fighting for our lives everyday. I take a deep, shaky breath; the lifeless faces of the ones I love flashing in my mind.

Snape, Remus, Tonks...Fred. Tears will up in my eyes again as I think of my twins. Fred, George and I were inseparable for years. Ever since they stumbled on me in Flourish and Blotts. They took me under their wings and gave me a family. They gave me unconditional friendship and...I miss them. I miss Fred's crazy laughter that almost always made him fall down. I miss George and his steady warmth. I miss them both. I miss my boys. I miss my twins.

I take a deep breath, the sob loud in the silence. I clench my eyes shut, forcing old memories away.

I can't dwell on them now. I can't. I need to be strong. I take another deep, steady breath and splash some water on my face. I take care of my business and wash my hands, the cool water soothing my heated hands. I take a last breath and open the door, shutting the light off. I stop abruptly when I see Remus leaning against the wall on the other side of the door. He watches me steadily, his eyes amber.

"Are you okay?" I ask, mimicking the question he asked me when I was in that pose. He shakes his head, gaze steady on me. "Then what's wrong?" I ask and he hesitates, some blue bleeding into his eyes.

"How do you do it?" Remus asks, his eyes shadowed. "How do you kill them so easily?" I pause, looking him over.

"Are you sure you want to know?" I ask and he doesn't hesitate as he nods. I stare at him for a second before softly answering him and walking away, my answer heavy in the air.

"Sometimes I feel like I can't. Sometimes I feel like I am dying every time I kill one of them. But the only other option is to give up and I can't do that. Sometimes I do feel like giving up, then I remember I have a lot of motherfuckers to prove wrong. And most of the time? That is the only thing that keeps me going."

I lean against Harry as the Order finishes their meeting and focus on his heart.

"This meeting is now adjourned." Dumbledore says, waving his hand absently at us. "You may go home and be with your loved ones." He smiles gently. "I know they will be most relieved to have all of you back safe and sound." For a second I tempted to say something like "Thanks to me and not you" but I can't muster up the effort to do so.

I straighten, my drained muscles protesting against the movement but I easily ignore the pain. I ignore the cautious glances Dumbledore sees fit to give me but Harry stiffens by my side.

"Relax bro." I hook our arms together and tug gently.

"But he doesn't get it!" Harry whispers fiercely, angry for me. "He looks at you like that even though you saved lives today and pisses me off!" He insists and warmth spreads through my heart. Harry is angry for me.

"Harry." I wait until he looks at me to continue. "Maybe one day they'll figure it out...the way we suffered for all of our lives. But until they do, just ignore them. Dumbledore isn't worth our anger." I assure him and he nods.

"Fine." He mutters belligerently. "I don't like it but fine."