Previously on HPIP:

Harry reappeared in front of an unsuspecting Death Eater. "Revalk!" He said, pointing at the floor beneath the man.

Suddenly, hundreds of vines erupted from the ground and took the Death Eater by his knees, pulling him into the ground. The Death Eater screamed for help, but instead he watched in horror as 3 of his comrades were pulled into the ground along with him.

The last two Death Eaters watched in shock as their friends were sucked into the ground. They never had the chance to say anything as they were hit in the chest and passed out.

Harry sighed in relief as the last two Death Eaters fell unconscious. He smiled at his work and went to the three bodies he had captured earlier. He went to McNair and pointed his wand at his body. 'Man, it's a good thing my illusion charms work.' He thought while removing the charms off his body and enervating him. He did the same to Goyle and Bellatrix. He tied all three of them and placed them in the middle of the Alley.

"Well Munchers, I believe the Aurors will handle the rest. It's a good thing I practiced Charms." He said before walking away. He entered the building Bellatrix had just burned before removing his cloak and shrinking them into his pocket. He looked up at the sky above the new battlefield. 'Well, better cast the Freedom Guard's mark.' suddenly, a purple-black orb appeared in his hand. He pointed it at the sky and it shot off towards the open air. The mark of the Freedom Guard suddenly appeared on top of Diagon Alley. Satisfied with his work, Harry turned around and jumped out of the Alley.

Harry appeared in an alley behind the electronic store that the Goblins showed him earlier. He took a moment to catch his breath and slowly walked to the front of the store. He smiled when he looked up at the sign. 'Samsung.'

Harry walked entered the shop and was greeted by some of the clerks. He smiled at them appreciatively and took a look around. There were LCD TV's along with a few DVD players and Blu-Ray players. He smiled when he found the perfect TV to tease his dear Uncle. Grinning madly, Harry called for one of the clerks to assist him. A clerk, who Harry identified as Sophia Sy, approached him.

"Yes sir, How may I help you?"

"Yeah, well, I like to buy this TV."

The girl looked questioningly at Harry.

"Aren't you a bit too young for buying a TV?"

Harry laughed loudly at this and said. "I'm older than I look."

The girl just shrugged and went on to explain what the LCD TV was all about.

Harry just nodded appreciatively at the girl and soon found himself paying for the TV using his Muggle/Wizard Charge card given to him by the Goblins in case he needed something and he didn't have any Galleons on him. He could've just walked out of there without paying, but he wasn't going to exercise his rights as the owner of the company…yet.

"I'd like that delivered to our house on the 25th."

Harry said to the clerk, a tall Indian man who appeared to be in his late 20' clerk just lazily asked for his address and took his card for validation.

Harry took the card from the man when he was finished. He exited the store and hid behind a dumpster. Checking to see if no one was there, he silently jumped back to Hogwarts.

Landing in same classroom he had jumped out of earlier, Harry used a cleaning charm on himself to get rid of the day's stresses: odors, blood, dust, and etc. He didn't want to raise suspicion and now certainly was not the time for people to call him a Dark Lord. If he was going to fight Voldemort effectively, he needed an army. Don't get him wrong though, he could take down Voldemort all by himself. But that would have been a lengthy adventure. Considering that he was alone, no backup, no support, no nothing.

With a shrug, he moved out of the classroom and took a look at the watch on his wrist. It read 6:40. Just in time for dinner to start. Smiling, he quickly walked down the corridor heading to Gryffindor tower.

Entering the tower like a ghost, he slowly made his way up to the sixth year boy's dorm and changed his clothes. The dorm was empty, considering that everyone was at dinner. Not feeling hungry himself, Harry decided to draw up some plans for his army. Basically, there were 120 members at the maximum. That was a whole company. He needed at least 30 squads with a minimum of 4 members each. But that would make handling of his troops a much harder task. But, if he assigned two or three competent enough commanders, handling should be no problem. The question now was who. Neville would be a good idea, but Harry knew that he was thinking about assigning him because he was a close friend, and that he has never turned his back on him before. That alone should be a trait of his commanders, but he needed those traits plus the skill and ingenuity of a real army commander.

Luna was a good option. She was brilliant and most of all, competent. Sure she was weird sometimes, but that's what makes her special. Her controlled emotions would be a great tool if she was to think clearly. After all, and angry man can make rash decisions, a panicked man would just get him and his team killed. However, Luna was not an authority figure. Many members of the FG despise and ridicule her like the non-members do.

Dean and Seamus would be considered, but they needed to learn more. And they certainly needed to get smarter too.

He wasn't ridiculing them, they were smart. If they worked harder, they would've surpassed Hermione and the Patil twins. They were just like Harry before he received the knowledge core from Xehanort.

Next on the list were the Weasley twins. Though Harry never had a chance to validate his belief that Fred and George were not one of the people who had betrayed him, they were a great liability. Their cunning minds in modifying things and planning pranks would be a great addition to his army. He could entrust them in planning missions to both the Order and the DE's. But, as he thought before, he still didn't know if they were clueless like their father.

Harry felt a migraine coming to. The positions for commanders were open, but what about the sub-positions. There was the position of battalion commander. Then, there was the position of Squad leader. The position for squad leader should be easy enough, since all he had to do was pick the most reliable person from the group.

Stretching for a bit, Harry decided to go down to the Common Room and wait until the others get back. If all goes well, and his army was trained, they should be able to make light raids by summer. If some squads are trained earlier, then they would be able to strike just after New Year.

Massaging his head for a moment, Harry suddenly remembered his supposed task for today. Malfoy.

He quickly ran from the Common Room, just in time for the students in Gryffindor to come back. He was able to squeeze past them and move quickly to the classroom that he dragged Malfoy in to. Along the way, he saw Neville, Dean and Seamus among the crowd, but they didn't notice him as students bumped into them. He was suddenly stopped in his tracks by none other than Collin Creevey.

"Harry! Where have you been all day? We've been looking for you for ages! Professor Dumbledore wanted to talk to you, but we couldn't find you. Where were you?"

Harry didn't answer the question. Instead, he screamed a loud 'thanks' over his shoulder as he ran to the classroom he dragged Malfoy into before. He'll talk to Dumbledore later.

Opening the door, Harry half-expected Malfoy to be there, and he was. Sitting on one of the tables in the room was none other than Harry's sworn enemy.

"Well, I never thought you'd go."

Malfoy looked at him smugly. "Cut to the chase Potter. What do you want?"

"As I said before, I want to make a deal with you."

"What could you possibly do to make me leave the Dark Lord?"

"Hmm, an opportunity Draco. A chance to restart your life. You've been marked right? How can you guarantee that after this war is over, wizards will reign? Honestly Malfoy, have you seen what a muggle can do? They can drop something on our heads and instantly kill our race in one instant. They have weapons far more deadly than the killing curse. Did you know that they wage war using a virus? Oh yes, they can take a sample of our blood and turn it into a strain that will kill anyone with magical blood in them."

Malfoy snorted. "I don't believe you."

Harry smiled. "Of course you won't. You're thinking that we wizards have are far more superior than the muggles, well, sorry to burst your bubble Malfoy, but we aren't."

"Oh yeah? Prove it."

Harry just shrugged. "I don't need to prove it. There is evidence all around us. If you take a look at muggle London, you'll find that they have a more luxurious lifestyle than ours."

Malfoy started to sweat a little. Harry believed he knew that that was the truth. He just wasn't able to believe it.

"Look, you still have a choice. If you choose to walk away, then walk away. However, be advised that if you choose to walk away, you'll be living on the streets once the war is over."

"W-what d-do y-you m-mean?"

Harry's smile widened. "You'll see Malfoy. You'll see."

Malfoy just sat there, stunned. Something in Harry's words spoke to him, telling him that he was somehow telling the truth. Joining Harry would mean trouble for him and his family. But he needed a way out of Voldemort's grasp. He had taken it too far. Killing innocent people was not in Malfoy's list of things he wanted. Raping wasn't either. He began to wonder why his father joined the Dark Lord. He must've been out of his mind joining a creep like him.

With a sigh, he looked up and found Harry looking expectantly at him.

"Fine, I'll join you. But I swear, if my mother is hurt, I swear that I'm going to kill you."

"Hmm, I doubt she'll get hurt. You hate your father for letting you become a Death Eater right? Well, you won't have to put up with him anymore. His rules, well, they won't concern you anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"Just wait and see. Oh, and by the way, you joining me means that you have to do something for me."

"What?"

"Simply become my spy."

"What?"

"Just become my spy. Just until the end of January. After that, your home free. You'll be hidden from Voldy and his minions."

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"Simple, I knew you were already a Death Eater, and yet I haven't turned you over to the Authorities."

"Hmm. Good point."

A/N: Okkaayy, I'm sooo sorry for not updating for the past days. My life has just been hectic for the past couple of months. W/ my friends too busy with their own personal affiliations, I didn't have anything to draw inspiration from. That made me lose my interest in writing for a moment. Also I had to write a script for my English project. The fact that I had to make a script based on a musical was giving me headaches everytime I had to start writing it.

My life in love also isn't helping. I had to break it off with my Girl, cause, well, I didn't love her anymore. I'm sharing this with you because I know that your digital insults don't mean a thing. Also, I'm trying to say sorry for not updating in a loong time. As I said, busy life, hectic schedule, no time for recreation(which is me writing this. CMON! I enjoy writing this fic.)

Forgive me if the plot in this story was bad. I accidentally burned my notebook containing the notes I had for this. I had to make up this chapter as I go. Also, excuse the bad conversations in this one, especially with Malfoy. I had no idea how to convince him, since I haven't been able to move on from the trauma the musical script did.

If I don't update by next week, I'm probably dead or I'm just lazily playing Bioshock or Halo.

PEACE!

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P.S. I'll fix this chapter in due time. Right now, I'm still getting over the script. Also, when I say fix, I mean replace. So you might see a better Chapter Seven in atleast 3-5 weeks. (Hey, I have to write other chapters don't I?) Hopefully, summer in my country should help me write more, as I won't have school work then.