Harry growled as the line of needles quivered and then fell, tired he dropped the connection and Draco stood, leaning up against the wall, his expression exasperated.

"Again Harry, you're faltering. The Invasion is TOMORROW! We HAVE to do this! I know you aren't ready but no one is. The Order isn't prepared and we're trying! Now do it again."

Harry pissed, connected with the pile of long needles in front of him and levitated them. But the magic quivered and broke. Harry frustrated asked for a break but Draco shook his head.

"No. you need to build your stamina."

"I've held these things up for more than an hour!"

"I don't care; your record is approximately fifteen minutes."

"Fuck you."

Draco shrugged, he couldn't use magic, he could only help Harry. Pushing off from the wall Draco placed a hand on Harry's trembling shoulder as he tried to raise the needles off the ground to eye level again. They shot up immediately and Harry glowered at him, Draco swallowed.

"We need to establish a connection, one that allows me to channel my energy without physical contact."

"How the hell do we do that?"

Draco shrugged and removed his hand, Harry gasped as the energy left him and the needles pinged as they hit the floor in a messy clatter. Wiping the sweat from his face Harry sat down tiredly. Draco certainly had put him through his paces this morning- making him do all sorts of 'tricks'. The ice blonde said nothing and sat down next to him. Then after a pause he said:

"Five minutes, then you'll show me what you can do against an opponent with magic and a weapon in close combat."


Draco didn't know how it had happened, one moment Harry had charged at him, with a swift arcing kick to his head, followed instantly with a blade whose composition was of molten metal. Draco had dodged it but it was impressive nonetheless; Harry had stopped the magic that changed the blade and had just been about to aim a punch laced with icicles- courtesy of the sweat on his skin at the blonde when Draco with a sweep of his wings knocked the leader of the Order to the floor. Harry blinked in surprise and was even more so as his lap was filled by Draco who straddled him a strange look in his silver eyes.

"Draco?"

The blonde moaned quietly, his lower lip caught in his teeth as he bit down on it to muffle the sound. Harry frowned- concerned. Draco hissed and then leant forwards to capture his lips in a bruising and needy kiss. Harry felt his blood ignite on fire and he slid his hands into the soft feathered wings. Draco moaned again, his hips jerking into Harry's. The kiss was broken and Draco stared down at his leader lustily. His lips stained a sexy flushed pink from the kiss, his hair and feathers ruffled slightly in his eagerness.

"You don't know how hot it gets me to watch you do this."

Harry growled a challenge and Draco rose to it magnificently, his snowy angel wings curved up proudly and he dominated the kiss, his hands roaming everywhere from Harry's messy black hair down to his taut abdominals to his hard hot cock. Harry groaned at the friction and Draco smirked and yanked off his clothing, his own erection was pale and weeping. Harry pushed the angel back and without second thought kissed the tip of Draco's dick, raising an eyebrow at the moan and the way it bobbed as the blonde shifted. Harry gripped the blonde by the hips and gave a long wet lick up the shaft. Draco was taut as a bowstring, they didn't know what they were doing, they relied on their instinct and all they knew was that they wanted each other.

Badly.

Draco hummed as he trailed wet kisses down Harry's neck to his chest, his fingers skimming over his ribs. The blonde gave him a voracious smile as he curled his fingers into wiry dark pubic hair- Harry groaned at the teasing. The angel slid delicate fingers up and down the raven's prick, swirling pre come round and his quiet chuckle caused Harry's insides to clench with want and need. He kissed Draco again, that hot mouth and evil tongue danced and the blonde's hands came up to intertwine with the hair near the base of his neck. Draco thrust his hips into his lover's both crying out at the friction it caused and the blonde nibbling on a strong collarbone, swiping away musky sweat with his tongue, rutted shamelessly against Harry.

Harry cried out as Draco spread himself and sank down onto his hard cock- all the way down, the blonde was stunning, his wings arched up as did his back, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, his weeping cock drooling all over his stomach. Draco moaned breathlessly, his hips rocking back and forth- desperate for friction, his insides clenching hotly round Harry's prick. Draco gave his own cock a few shaky pulls before shivering and gripping onto the raven's strong shoulders for support.

"H-harry…"

"Mmn?"

"Fuck me."

Harry obeyed his hips surging up and Draco just clung on for the ride, moaning liquid passion his nails raking dangerous and painful lines up his back. His legs locking behind Harry as his thrusts became more and more animalistic. Harry could only hear and smell Draco- sweet spicy and sweaty- literally blinded by pleasure he moaned as the angel began to meet his thrusts the scent of sweat and sex only enhanced his arousal.

"Harder!"

Harry grunted as he drove his painfully hard cock into the blonde with punishing force, the sound of skin smacking against skin and Draco's pleasured cries- loud and unashamed as he rode the emerald eyed teen. Then he froze and came, silently his eyes screwed shut his mouth open in a soundless scream, cum splattering all over his and his lover's chest. Harry however was not done with him yet, lifting the blonde off his still rock hard penis Harry turned him and Draco gasped as he was breached from behind on all fours, his wings flapped helplessly and Harry nuzzled the base of one- drawing a keening high pitched moan from the beautiful creature; he did it again and Draco pushed back into his cock his wings shivering with pleasure. Leaning back into the steady thrusts Draco felt his erection returning, he panted harshly as a calloused hand reached round and began roughly stroking his engorged shaft, too sensitive he mewled unable to think coherently. Draco was torn between thrusting into that hand and grinding back into the thick cock that fucked him in that perfectly raw passionate manner.

"Fuck Draco, you're gorgeous."

Draco yelped as a rather violent thrust caused him to lose balance, his arms giving way and he whimpered as he lay sprawled out on the floor, hands gripping the mats of the training room, his arse in the air as it was mercilessly plundered. Harry had other plans and by his ice blonde hair pulled Draco up to suckle several large purple hickeys on his pale neck, with one final sloppy open mouthed kiss to the small of the blonde's back Harry tensed and came hard into the angel a guttural growl emitting from his chest. Draco gasped hot white sparks flitting across his vision as he came for the second time, drained he slumped onto his side as he felt Harry slide with a slick pop out of him, he missed the full feeling, but loved the slow erotic trickle of cum dripping out of him. Draco tucked his wings up to his sweaty back and he turned his head to see the green eyes of his lover watching him.

"I love you Harry."

Harry said nothing and pulled on his clothes, Draco winced as he sat up, feeling the burn already, he slowly dressed himself. Harry pulled him in for a gentle kiss- so different from the burning one that started their little romp.

"Draco…"

Harry caught himself and stopped Draco sat up and stroked the side of his face gently.

"Harry?"

"I love you too."

Draco grinned and turned away to fetch his trousers, as he did he missed the look that passed over his lover's face. Harry mentally sighed; he needed to tell Draco of his revelation earlier. About how Voldemort could be killed and how they could end the war, but he had seen how happy Draco looked and decided to tell him later. Not wanting to be the one who killed the blonde's high. He smiled faintly as he watched the blonde shimmy into his trousers, snorting as he put them on the wrong way round and had to start all over.

"I asked Snape about the prophecy and how the war would end, he said to ask you."

Draco paused and then pulled his trousers on the right way round this time and stretched, wincing before answering the emerald eyed teen.

"I can only guide you Harry. I can't tell you how it's going to end."

"It has three endings Dray… Voldemort will die; I will have to die…"'

Harry trailed off and Draco finished for him.

"And I will have to as well wont I?"

Harry nodded not meeting his gaze. Draco allowed a small smile of amusement cross his features. He made Harry look at him, warm silver eyes clashing with passionate bright green.

"Hey, but then we would have finished it. The war would be over and You-Know-who will be dead! Think about it… Everyone can be free…"

Draco's eyes misted over as he thought of the peace to come that he would never see or experience, Harry swallowed, hating seeing the blonde cry.

"We'll be together till the end right? And we'll be together when it's all over right?"

Harry nodded and Draco smiled sunny and bright, he patted Harry on the head before leaning into kiss him. Harry pulled him close into a hug and Draco allowed his wings furl round them in that beautifully simple gesture of comfort and protection, the white feathers were soft and warm and just Draco.

"So why worry now Harry? We can do this you and me like it was predicted years before our births, how it's written in the stars, you and I. We'll see each other through our eyes, through your eyes, through my eyes. We'll give everyone the peace they deserve."

Harry nodded and Draco hugged him tightly.

"We can do it now. We'll do it so no one ever has to fight again."

It sounded childish and naïve but it made their fate sound less horrible, knowing that they would be dying for those they loved and for peace that everyone truly deserved- the end, the tyranny of Voldemort would be gone forever.

Harry hugged the blonde back just a fiercely.

It's written in the stars, we can do this. You just have to try. Who said you should let fate and destiny force your life along?

Harry smiled in the crook of his Guardian Angel's neck. He pulled back to stare into the determined face of Draco.

"I'm ready."

"I know."


It was a tense atmosphere- all his rebels, brave and strong and too young, it was cruel how young they all were. As they geared up for battle, it was their last one, Harry had told them so- they knew the importance of it and how they all needed to be perform their best- lest the curtain be dropped prematurely. Fred and George had fixed the Drill up, Seamus and his firing squad had all the jeeps rigged with firearms and each an automatic machine gun. Luna's blade division had sharpened their swords and various pointy objects and gone through rigorous training over the last few days. Even the medical squad had had training as they would have to enter the fray. Every last man or woman- there were no children in the Order now.

Ever since they had started fighting, the children had disappeared.

Even if Dennis Creevey was eleven years old, he wasn't a child anymore. War did that to people- it forced them to grow up faster than normal, faster than it was healthy for a human being. Harry checked the set of blades hidden in his boots and the taser strapped to his leg and made sure his handguns were strapped securely to his hip, the bone scythe lay on the floor next to him; he would partner up with Draco and Sirius- Draco who would wield his golf putters and a flamethrower and Sirius with his menagerie of explosives and shotgun. Hermione polished the lens on her sniper, another slung over her shoulder; Ron made a few swipes at the air, silver studs adorning his worn leather gloves. Luna's weed hacker buzzed on low and Neville clicked the dual blades of his garden shears pleased with the smooth transitions.

The order milled about finalising their squads, figuring out their own little battle plans- who would take on who. Arthur Weasley had produced smaller condensed versions of the Flash Bombs and they wouldn't be as wide in radius as the old but more devastating in their power as the blast would be smaller but more concentrated.

"Harry?"

Harry looked up from his preparations to see Cho in front of him, he tilted his head to one side and she continued:

"Snape wants to join the mechanics and the medical team, can we trust him?"

Harry nodded as he bent to lace his boots again; Cho made as if she wanted to say more but shrugged it off and went to inform Arthur and Pomfrey of the addition to their division. Harry knew if Snape was on that team then he could protect them and possibly lend a hand in the medical aid. Harry had resigned and decided he trusted him because Dumbledore did and Harry knew that if he didn't trust the man, he couldn't trust anyone else in his Order- they had to win and if they began fighting amongst themselves they were doomed.

It was almost time, Harry had explained to his rebels beforehand that Voldemort planned them to all come out at the Invasion of Hufflepuff in order to eradicate them- but Harry would lead an air based attack with Moody and his team and cause a diversion on the invasion from all directions, the rest of the Order would come in from all four sides on the ground. The explosives and firearms division lead by Seamus would attack in open fire the front from long distance in the north coming in to Hufflepuff from Gryffindor, Luna's blade team would come from the east underground tunnels from Slytherin into Hufflepuff and lock in close combat. Hermione's sniper squad would close in from the south of Hufflepuff and take out as many from secluded hiding places. Ron leading the brawlers would under the protection of the previous four attacks, come in from the west of Hufflepuff.

They would all go at different times, Hermione's team were ready to go now and would slip off to position themselves in numerous shattered buildings for cover- spreading themselves out over the whole south side of Hufflepuff. Ron was also ready he would take the underground to west sector of Hufflepuff near Ravenclaw and would lie in wait for the signal which would be one Flash Bomb which Seamus would set off. Luna and Seamus's team would go after Moody's air force had left and had started attacking. Seamus would take the jeeps and give Luna's group a lift to their location. Fred, Lee Gordon and George would come in with Ron in the Drill.

"See you Harry."

Hermione was pale but her eyes were blazing with the promises of justice and Harry knew she was finally ready to fight; she gripped her gun tightly to her chest before hugging Harry tightly.

"Be safe. I'll… see you later,"

She said and then turned to Ron and did the same, repeating those same words- then with a barking order at her group they left to the tunnels. Ron looked grim; his palms were probably sweaty by the way he kept clenching and unclenching. He gave Harry a terse nod.

"Mate if something goes wrong… We're still going to give our all. We'll fight till the last man standing."

Harry nodded and smiled, clapping his best friend on the shoulder.

"Till the very end eh Ron?"

Ron gave a lopsided grin.

"Yeah. C'mon you lot. Let's move it!"

Then the redhead with his band of fist fighters was also gone. Luna came up to him with Neville and Harry hated the way all his friends kept coming up to him as if saying goodbye. Luna giggled as she took off her cork necklace and put it round Harry's neck.

"For good luck Harry, remember if you need help just call and I'll be there to stab their eye out."

Luna tapped her sheathed corkscrew sword and Neville chuckled and gingerly hugged his leader. Harry patted him on the back and stepped back so the shy teen could say his bit.

"Thanks for everything Harry, my Gran… She would be so proud. Of everything we've done."

Harry agreed, in fact all their parents and loved ones would be proud- Harry just hoped none of the living Order would be joining the dead today but unfortunately… Harry knew there would be sacrifices and terrible losses. But after today…

Harry knew it would be over and everyone would be free… or enslaved. Harry knew he could give them freedom and he would.

He would not fail.


Draco skimmed over to him, Moody stumped over to him Tonks, Lupin and the rest of those manning the helicopters trailed after. The scarred man looked to Harry and Draco took his hand, holding it tightly, interlacing their fingers.

"We're ready when you are."

Draco's smile was razor edged and mean. His silver eyes burning with the desire to kill and his fingers twitched on the handles of the golf putter- his relaxed and confident grip never faltering.

"Let's write the books of the future Harry. Let's finish the story in the stars once and for all and end this era to start a new chapter. Let's paint the skies red with our passion and fury and shake the earth to the core with our war cries. Let's make them fear us like we once feared them."

Harry grinned and finished the blonde's sentence, his gaze locking onto one of the fading hickeys on Draco's neck:

"Let's make blood spray and gore fly and we'll show no mercy. We'll do this together, because it's written in the stars, you and I."

They then walked hand in hand to the waiting chopper, Harry climbed onto the armoured vehicle and sent Gryffindor- his home one last fond look, a farewell. The sun was just rising starting the day of the invasion in a burst of bright colours. It was beautiful- streaks of gold burned through dusky pink and scarlet that melted away to indigo and deepest midnight blue. The moon was visible through the veils of misty clouds.

Hufflepuff needed them. No, the whole WORLD needed them- Durmstrang, Beauxbatons… Hogwarts needed them.

The Order of the Phoenix reared its magnificent plumed head once more- raised from the ashes and now a force to be reckoned with.

Let the battle commence.