Chapters 41 – 43

August 15th was the day of the Quidditch World Cup Finals. Noon, Harry and Voldemort arrived at their tent, which was made of sky blue waterproof material, not too outrageously fancy. When Harry went inside, he discovered that it was a one-bedroom suite. Why was it not a two-bedroom suite? But Voldemort was too busy greeting and meeting different people that he didn't have time to answer Harry. Many people of high position in the Ministry came to see Voldemort, along with Death Eaters from all over the world; the last person to come was the Minister of Magic, Fudge. Watching the two hypocritical people talk as if they were the best of friends, Harry rolled his eyes and went to take a nap.

Harry woke up from hunger later that day and realized that he was sleeping on Voldemort's chest with Voldemort's arms around him. The man's chest was very comfortable with soft scents flowing from his body. Harry's eyes met Voldemort's loving and gentle look, which caused him to forget what he wanted to say. The good thing was that Harry's stomach reminded him, "Oh, I'm hungry."

Voldemort laughed softly and snapped his fingers; immediately, a House-Elf brought them lunch. "You were deep asleep; I didn't want to wake you." Having Harry in his arms was such a wonderful feeling, it was as if this little body was made to lie in his arms.

After Harry finished eating, Voldemort couldn't wait and asked, "Do you want to sleep some more? You were too excited last night to get any sleep; plus, we're probably going to be up very late tonight."

Harry thought so too, so he lied down again and found a comfortable spot on Voldemort's chest without giving it a second thought, and fell asleep.

That afternoon, Harry went to Lucius's tent; Snape was also sleeping there. Beside them, Lily and Alice were sleeping in the same tent; and beside them was James Potter's tent – what a coincidence.

The match that night was very exciting, Ludo Bagman performed very well; but the snitch was not caught, so the game was extended to tomorrow. When everyone returned to their tent to rest, Voldemort left, fully dressed.

Harry rolled his eyes, another Death Eaters' gathering.

The night was very quiet, as if all sounds were lost. Harry rolled around on the bed, he couldn't sleep; not because he slept too much that afternoon, or that he was too excited from watching the game; it was because of his years of fighting the war that caused his heart to beat a bit faster, as if something was about to happen.

In the end, Harry jumped out off the bed, quickly got dressed and made sure that he looked presentable – the year of living with Voldemort also caused Harry to take his appearance very seriously – and grabbed his wand. After thinking about it for a second, Harry also decided to pocket the two-way mirror that Snape gave him for his birthday a few years ago. As far as he knew, Snape always had the other mirror with him.

Complete darkness was what greeted him outside the tent, Harry couldn't even find the moon or stars.

"What…?" Alarmed, Harry lifted his head, a baseball sized eye appeared about eighteen feet above him, a hand about a foot in length was racing towards him.

With a flash of red light, Harry quickly jumped out of the way. However, the owner of the hand didn't care about the red light, the hand continued towards Harry.

Stupefy won't work, Harry squinted his eyes, a giant's body really was tough. But Harry also had a lot of experience fighting giants, he lightly waved his wand and a tree was lifted from its roots; it rose to midair and began to continuously hitting the giant in the head until the giant became unconscious. The giant fell to the ground with a loud bang, and the ground trembled.

As if this incident mysteriously hit the start button, all the sudden, screams, cries, laughter, ripping sounds filled the air; red, blue, yellow…lights of all color were flashing all over the place.

Enemy attack!

Discovering that this was an enemy attacked, Harry, all the sudden, became very calm. Years of war told him that the more hectic things were, the calmer he needed to be; the closer the enemy, the calmer he needed to be; the less they knew about the enemy, the calmer he needed to be. Because at that time, everyone was following him, if his decision was wrong by just a tiny bit, the end result would be worse than just a couple of cold numbers of a piece of paper.

According to the fight a few seconds ago, this battle included the giants.

When Harry was sending off his curses, a type of mysterious power surrounded him and tried to reduce his magical powers, but didn't succeed. Harry was very sure that it was a type of Runes that reduced the magical powers of the person trapped inside. Seemed like the person that started this battle wanted to kill all the witches and wizards inside this camp. That type of Runes was very power; if a witch or wizard didn't have enough magical powers to overcome this type of Runes, then their powers would be blocked, turning them into a temporary squib.

This was cruel!

This was Harry's only thought.

Killing hundreds of thousands of people, what kind of cold-hearted person could do something like this?

Could it be Voldemort?

This thought flashed through Harry's mind, because it was too coincided. But…but, Harry was still inside the camp. Could it be that the loving and gentle Voldemort before was all an act? Thinking of this possibility, Harry's hands began to shake.

Hope that it's not Voldemort.

It can't be Voldemort.

Otherwise, he might…

No, no, no! Harry shook his head hard. It didn't matter what Voldemort did, he wasn't on the same side as Voldemort, he only wanted to achieve his goals; no matter what Voldemort did, it had nothing to do with him. For those people that had no feelings, using other people was the commonest of tactics.

There had always been an obstacle between Voldemort and him; the only love that that man knew was power and status.

Suddenly, Harry heard chaotic footsteps coming his way, a witch was quickly running towards Harry, holding a baby in her arms. When she saw Harry, she screamed, "Run! Inferi!"

Inferi!

Harry's felt as if his heart sunk into ice cold water.

He knew that in both wars, Voldemort used Inferi. And giants, of course.

It was Voldemort.

Harry raised his head, his eyes were full of anger. Five Inferi were following the witch, their sharp teeth were dripping of blood. They were only a couple of steps behind the witch.

As Harry moved his hand, a dark-blue fireball was shot off from his wand and expanded, by the time it reached the Inferi, it was big enough to cover all five Inferi. Within a few seconds, the five Inferi were turned into ashes.

The witch stopped running and slumped to the ground. Some color returned to her dead white face, tears poured out of her eyes, "Allen, they ate Allen!"

The baby cried even louder.

"Please, Madam, you need to stay strong, if only for your child." Harry took out a handkerchief and handed it towards the witch. "You should be running towards the outside, not this way." Seemed like the attack caused all of them to break down and not know what was the right thing to do."

The witch squeezed the handkerchief and shook her head, and said weakly, "No use, we can't get out! There was as if something was blocking our magic, we can't Apparate, we can't use our wands, when he forced our way outside, we discovered thousands of Inferi blocking our way! Allen…Allen was trying to cover for me and Lucy…they were eating people everywhere, giants, trolls, Inferi…Oh, Merlin!"

She held her daughter tightly, her tears covered her daughter's face.

Harry held on to his wand tightly. The outside was also blocked? Really killing hundreds of thousands of people? Such a plan, with no faults; even if the Aurors all came, they won't be able to save such as huge loss.

Voldemort…

What should he do? Should he immediately take this witch and her daughter and leave, and then save the people he should save, or should he stay and save more people.

The laughter surrounding his ears were mixed with the screams just before he died and the war that would happen no matter what in his helpless future caused Harry to be even more undecided. Harry even had the urge to just run away immediately and not do anything at all.

Why was he always faced with these tough decisions?

Why was he always the subject of fate?

Why was it always him?

Why?

Bang! Bang! With the loud noises coming closer and the ground beginning to tremble, three well-dressed young boy were stumbling towards Harry's direction, they were all covered in blood. One boy was shooting curses at the one giant, two trolls chasing after them while he was running; but it was as if the giant and trolls were not in a hurry to catch them. The curses that the boys were sending off were dark magic what were definitely not the type of curses known to light families.

Even though it was very dark, Harry could still see that the boy that was shooting off curses had platinum blond hair and greyish blue eyes, and a pointy chin.

Lucius Malfoy.

Harry realized that he had wrongly accused Voldemort. No matter how cold hearted Voldemort was, he wouldn't kill off the next head of the Malfoy family. The Malfoy family had always been Voldemort's most loyal follower and his right hand; there were many things that Voldemort needed them to do for him. He wouldn't chop off his right hand by killing off the Malfoy family's only heir. If that was the case, the Malfoy family, and just maybe the entire Pureblood community would turn against him.

This was really great! A little voice shouted inside Harry.

Immediately, Harry felt his body began to warm up, his hopelessness also disappeared. His blank mind all the sudden became clear, he knew what he needed to do. First, save Lucius and them, then find Snape and Lily, also James and them, finally, create a safe place for everyone to stay.

He needed to do all these things quickly, because with time, the number of death would add up to a horrifying number.

"You seem very tasty, little ones, very fatty." The red hair giant licked his lips. The ones that he was referring to were the ones that always followed Lucius around, Crabbe and Goyle. They were about half a head taller than Lucius, but almost two times wider than Lucius. This, in the eyes of the giant, made a very tasty meal.

The trolls followed the giants, the foul stench began to spread.

"Get over here, hurry up, I'll take care of them!" Harry shouted at the three, he needed the giants and trolls to be far away from the three.

The three boys all paused a little when they heard Harry's voice, but Lucius was the first to come around; he deeply believed that the one trained by Voldemort won't be so bad and that Harry's calm and self-confident voice made him relax even more.

He quickly ordered the other two, "Crabbe, Goyle, run faster!" A few sprints later, they created some distance between them and the enemy.

The giant was also very happy, "More food, three of them." He looked at the baby with greed, "Babies are the best, very fatty and juicy."

The witch's face turned white again, she wanted to run, but Harry blocked her, "Madam, everything will be all right."

Harry's calmness and the slight smile on his face gave the witch some confidence; she thought of how easily this little cute boy destroyed those Inferi, who almost killed her, seemed like those Runes wouldn't really affect him.

If Harry didn't kill that giant before because he didn't know what was going on, this time, he wasn't planning on holding back. A flash of green, the two trolls dropped to the ground, and another Avada Kedavra later, the giant also died instantly.

The witch clapped her mouth shut out of disbelief; Merlin, an underage wizard killed a giant and two trolls, many grown wizards couldn't even do it, but this child did it easily! This child…this child…who was this child?

Harry was busy checking out the wounds on Lucius, Crabbe, and Goyle. They were all viciously attacked, but the good thing was that none of the wounds were life-threatening, just a bit too much blood-loss. "Because the giants wanted to eat us, the trolls didn't dare attack us too hard." Lucius explained with bitterness.

"This is a good thing, at least you're still alive. Many people are already eaten." Harry said with a deep face, "You need potions." He already stopped the bleeding for them, but they needed potions to regain the blood and strength that they lost. "We really need Severus. How did you separate?"

Severus left us suddenly, I couldn't stop him." Lucius's voice became even bitterer.

That stubborn idiot!

Harry took out his two-way mirror and shouted, "Severus, are you still alive?" He couldn't die!

The other side of the mirror was filled with different noises and Lily appeared in the mirror, "Snape's wounded really badly, he probably won't make it…" She started to cry.

Harry felt his head spin, Snape won't make it? "Where are you? Hurry up and tell me!"

"I don't know…don't know…" She cried even harder.

The image in the mirror shook and a brown haired boy appeared, it was Remus. "We're trapped about 500 meters east of James's tent, get here quickly." His eyes were a bit red.

What were they doing? How did all of them end up together?

Harry was so shocked that he almost couldn't hold on to the mirror; this was too weird, Snape, Lily, and the Marauders.

But this also saved him time.

"Come here," Harry shouted to Lucius, Crabbed and Goyle, and turned to the witch, "Madam, please come here too." When the four people were beside him, he said, "I'm going to try and Apparate, we need to get to Severus quickly," He said to Lucius. "Following me is the safest option," He said to the witch. "After I make sure that Severus is alright, I'll take all of you to a safe place."

The four people all nodded their heads. Harry's ability to kill the giant and the trolls gave them hope, maybe Harry really could overcome the Runes, maybe Harry really could provide a safe place for them; that would be the best news.

The four people tightly held on to Harry, "Take care of the child." Harry reminded the witch. The next second, he Apparated.