"Bleeding hell!" Harry growled. "Why in hell do I have an arrow in my shoulder?"

"I wanted to see what you would do. . ." Ron said.

Harry growled, and pulled the arrow out of his shoulder with an odd squelching sound.

"And I want to see how long your muscles will twitch after you're skinned alive," Harry said in an undertone, so only Ron, Dumbledore, and Snape heard him. "Care to be the guinea pig?" Ron paled, then he stepped back.

"Uh, no. I'm good with my skin firmly intact, thank you." Harry glared at him, but Legolas was done with his demonstration, so he had to take control of the class.

"Today you will be using practice bows, with practice arrows. Group A, if you will move to this half. Group B, you're on this side. . ."

The class went relatively well. Considering it took Harry twenty five minutes to remember to actually stop the bleeding.

"Harry, you may want to see the medi-"

" 'Tis merely a flesh wound!" Harry said, shrugging it off. Hermione nodded, not convinced.

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At the Order meeting that night, Snape gave a detailed report about Voldemort's latest actions.

"He and his army of… Orcs are planning an attack on Hogwarts."

Okay, so it had been an emergency meeting.

"Harry, do you have any idea how to prevent this?" Dumbledore asked, turning to Harry.

"Prevention is nearly impossible at this point." Harry cast a spell in the middle of the round table, and a VERY detailed three dimensional map of Hogwarts formed from a dense mist of different colors. The man even included the forest, Hogsmeade, and the lake.

Harry enlarged a portion of the forest.

"This is the home of Aragog and his colony. I don't think we have to worry about Orcs from the forest. Aragog is a Acromantula. A little closer the castle, maybe a bit to the left, are the Centaurs. After the end of last year, they've promised to either warn of an attack, or take care of attackers themselves. Directly behind Hagrid's house, we have the herd of Thestrals. They'll warn us of an attack. Thus covers the forest.

"The apparation wards do not extend under the surface of the Lake. We needn't worry about this ether, as the Squid, Merpeople, and the Grindylow's will take care of them before they come up for breath." The map was now depicting the Lake, with a Merperson waving a spear, just below the surface. The map moved to Hogsmeade.

"This is the most likely target for attack. The Death Eaters could, quite possible, either apparate or Portkey the Orcs to the village. Portkey is more reasonable, as apparation with Orc, or Uruk-Hai, would expend quite a bit of Magical Energy.

"Uruk-Hai differ from Orcs in many ways. Orcs weaken in sunlight, while Uruk-Hai do not. Uruks are tall, generally six and a half to seven feet, while an Orc is about the size of an average man. Orcs also walk bow-legged, which is amusing in it's own right.

"We'll need swords, fire, oil, archers posted on top of the castle, and along the tops of buildings in the village. A unit of Aurors, or two, would be nice, too," Harry threw in as an after thought.

Quite a few people stared at him in shock, awe, and wonder. Legolas stood.

"I will lead the Archers," he said firmly, yet softly. Harry nodded.

"As I will lead the swordsmen," Aragorn said.

"I'll just rip them apart with my axe," Gimli said, firmly. Harry suddenly had a though, and it hit him so hard he checked to make sure nobody had whacked the back of his head.

"Dumbledore, you know about the Room of Requirement, right?" Harry continued without an answer. "It becomes what you need. Whatever you need. It could become a hole in the apparation ward," Harry said. Dumbledore's eyes widened.

"I do believe you are right, Harry. Bill, would you be kind enough to go seal that room, and put extensive curses on the door?" Dumbledore asked, smiling a bit.

"Oh, snaps, we should seal the passage from the Shrieking Shack, Harry said. "And the one from that statue that leads to Honeydukes cellar. Damn. I'll do that one by myself, though, as I know what it requires. Ah, the Chamber of secrets, of course. . ." Harry said. Realizing he was rambling, he looked up and grinned. "This is fun."

"You're out of your bloody mind," Ron said.

"I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it. Back to our plans. Aragorn, do you suppose we could get some soldiers from Gondor here, just until after the 'surprise' attack?" Harry asked, looking at the King.

"Oh, I suppose I could do something King-ly, and order them to battle," Aragorn said. "But, I wouldn't want to overstep my boundary. . . as King," Aragorn said, putting emphasis on 'king'.

"Oh shut up," Harry said. "Have them here in an hour." Aragorn nodded. He stood up, and with GanMerdalflin, left the hall. "Now, since this attack will take place on Saturday-"

"Who said anything about Saturday, Potter?" snapped Snape. Harry rolled his eyes.

"It's obvious. Saturday is the first Hogsmeade visit of the year. Work with me here, will you? As the attack will be on Saturday, we can not cancel the visit. It would alert Voldemort to the fact we know he's going to attack. What is required would be to make all the kids think that there will be a visit, and then not let them out the door that morning," Harry said. "No one will have enough time to contact anyone, if students are kept in the Great Hall."

"Splendid idea!" Dumbledore said, clapping his hands together.

All in all, the total planning took six hours. It was four in the morning before the meeting concluded. Dumbledore asked Harry to remain behind after the meeting.

"Harry, as you hopefully know, you are seventeen. You are now officially, legally, Lord Potter. As you inherited the name Black, from Sirius, you are now Lord Potter-Black. On top of that, you've inherited the name Emrys, from Merlin himself, I might add, and the name Peredhel, from Lord Elrond. Your name is Lord Potter-Black-Emrys-Peredhel. The Potter and Black seats on the Wizengamot count for five votes each, and the other two names count for two each. You hold fourteen votes.

"You may wonder why I am telling you this, but it is required, now that you are of legal age, that you join the Wizengamot." Harry nodded, staring at Dumbledore.

"Okay… so?" Harry asked. Dumbledore sighed, smiling slightly.

"Harry, you hold more votes than even I do. This could mean that our side of the war has a better chance of winning, politically, at least. The next meeting is this Friday. I'll have your robes to you in the morning. How does that sound?" Dumbledore asked.

He must have seen Harry's horrified look, because he laughed.

"Can I decline, or will I be forced to throw myself to the bottom of the Lake, and pick a fight with a Merwarrior?"

They spent another hour discussing what was required and expected of Harry as Lord something or other. Harry wasn't very interested in politics, but he didn't want the war lost because of his immaturity.

Harry looked at his watch, and nearly jumped out of his skin. It was five in the morning.

"Damn, I have a class to teach in an hour. . ." Harry said. As he turned to go, Dumbledore gently grabbed his shoulder.

"I don't think so. You barely got any sleep last night, and you've had no sleep yet. You are going right to bed," Albus said firmly. Harry sighed deeply, but complied.

Friday dawned early. Harry was sure that the sun was playing tricks on him. For the first time in a long time, Harry had been enjoying his sleep. It had gone uninterrupted for nearly and hour straight.

Harry got out of his warm bed, only to meet with the freezing cold stone floor. "Mother of a muffin!" Harry exclaimed, quietly.

After he was finished dressing, Harry headed to the Headmasters office. It was still early, only five thirty in the morning. He ran into McGonagall, and she smiled at him.

"Good morning, Harry. The password changed, it's Voldemort," McGonagall said, walking in the other direction.

"Thank you," Harry called after her.

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Harry met a hilarious sight at the stone gargoyle to Dumbledore's office.

"V-v-v-vol. . . You-Know-Who!" Draco Malfoy was yelling at the statue.

"Voldemort," Harry supplied from behind Draco. The blond whirled around. "Good Morning," Harry said.

"Merlin, you surprised me, Potter," Draco muttered, climbing up the stairs. Harry followed. Draco knocked on the large door, and they both waited. The door swung open, revealing the Headmaster. He smiled brightly, albeit tiredly.

"Ah, boys, good to see you. Please, do come in. Sit down, we have a few minutes before we need to leave. Harry, Madam Malkin will be here momentarily with your robe. Draco, do you have yours?" Dumbledore asked, peering over his glasses at Malfoy.

"No, sir, Madam Malkin will be bringing mine with Potters," Draco responded. The witch Floo-ed in, as if she had waited for her name.

Harry saw her carrying two robes, and he was horrorfied.

"Those are the most hideous things I've ever seen in my life!" he exclaimed. Madam Malkin looked terrified. "Oh! Oh, no! There're beautiful. But it's just that. See, when I dress, I go for more of a rugged, battle worthy look. Usually something that has a shirt, shorts, and decent running shoes."

"Mr. Potter, you are an odd one. As it is, I did bring a back up. The are still Wizengamot Standard Robes, but they are made for battle use. Will these do?" she asked, smiling slightly. Harry looked over the more masculine robes, and nodded.

"They're perfect. As long as I never have to wear them in public." Madam Malkin growled. "I mean! They are absolutely wonderful!" Draco was smirking at him.

Harry charmed the robes on, a handy trick he had read of in a book from the Library. The robes fit, and there was enough room for Harry to move freely. Harry found his favorite sword right in his sheathe. A knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts.

"Harry, I need to talk to you. It's urgent." Harry walked to the door, opening it. He saw Gandalf, holing a wrapped package. Harry was grabbed and pulled out of the room, and the door was closed. Gandalf pushed the brown paper wrapped thing into his hands. Harry could feel that it was a sword.

He opened it, and found Excalibur. Harry's breath caught in his throat.

"What the hell. . ."

"Merlin!" Gandalf replied, happily. "Arthur will never knew I took it, don't worry. This will make quite the impression on the Wizengamot. Go on, then." Harry walked back into the office, attaching the new sheathe to his belt.

"What is that?" Dumbledore asked. Harry noticed Madam Malkin was gone.

"It is Excalibur," Harry said. Draco's eyes widened, while Dumbledore's eyes flashed with an unknown emotion.

"Well, then, we should be off. Draco, you first," Dumbledore said, offering Draco a jar full of Floo powder. Draco nodded to him, throwing powder into the fire. Harry watched the flames turn bright green, as Draco disappeared. Dumbledore turned to Harry. "How do you have the sword of King Arthur?"

"I am amazing!" Harry said, snatching Floo powder out of the jar, and disappeared into the flames, after Draco.

Harry found himself in a large circular room, with walls lined with fireplaces. All commotions stopped in the room when Harry came into full view. He held himself with a power and pride that nobody there had ever associated with the Harry Potter.

Harry, contrary to what he always said, was rather self conscious. He hated when people stared at him. It made him feel like he had a deformity. He knew that he had the barest hint of gray hair, even in his goatee.

His face had aged, too, to the point that he had wrinkles around his eyes. He was only seventeen! Permanent lines marred his forehead, as he was almost always scowling these days.

All in all, he looked downright menacing.

People parted as he made his way to the Wizengamot Chambers, with Draco Malfoy and Albus Dumbledore right behind him.

"You do know how to make an entrance, don't you, Potter?" Malfoy asked, sneering.

"Of course I do. In politics, appearance is everything!" Harry said, in a fake innocent tone.

"What do you know of politics?" Draco asked, sarcastic.

"Six of this, half a dozen of another thing," Harry replied lightly. He saw Draco blink in a confused manner, before Harry threw the door open.

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They watched as the young man came into the Chambers, head held high. He was regally dressed, in ornate battle robes of black material. On the crest of the shirt, were the individual crests of four Houses. Four powerful Houses.

His eyes were sharp with power and intelligence, and his ears came to a defined point. His hair was lightly speckled with gray, as was his goatee.

People immediately started planning their manipulations of him. They didn't immediately realize who their plots involved.

The room watched as the Malfoy Heir walked into the room, closely followed by Albus Dumbledore. Most attention was still on the first one, the one with the scar. . .

It was then that most people in the room realized they were looking at Harry Potter.

It surprised all of them to no end. This was the scrawny little fifteen-year-old that had broken into the Ministry? Somehow, it didn't seem possible.

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Okay, I lied. It's the next chapter I have to rewrite. . . I had to delete like, ten pages. I damn near cried.

Hope you liked this one, the next one will be up within a week.

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