Title: Harry Potter and his Trusted Followers Summary and Disclaimer: Last Chapter

A red light, a blue light, a green light, and a yellow light flashed by from all different directions.

FLASHBACK

Even Moody released his hand from the door and turned to stare at Harry.

It was a moment's silence before Moody broke out of his daze and brought what he thought was reason to the table. "What do you mean, boy? The Chamber of Secrets doesn't exist," he growled with complete confidence. "And even if it does, no one knows where it is or how to open it. So just tell me where the real place is and we can start getting things done," he finished strong.

"Actually that's not true," it was McGonagall who found her voice this time. "Harry has personally been inside the Chamber of Secrets, and if memory serves, he is right when he says he is the only one who can open it. Unless of course if you speak Parseltongue."

"Prove it," was all Moody was able to say after being told he was wrong.

Harry made to leave, and was almost at the door, when it burst open. Ron came running in at full speed and almost tripped over the chair Moody had recently vacated.

"Harry, Harry," he said in a rush. "It changed."

"What changed?" Harry worriedly asked. He had specifically told them not to interrupt unless it was an emergency, and he knew Ron would follow that rule. "Did he move? Is everything o.k.?"

"No, he still lives here, but they started attacking Hogsmeade today, not Hogwarts," he finished, barely keeping himself from collapsing on the floor. Obviously he had run straight from the front gate. "Hey ma," he said to Mrs. Weasley, falling into the closest empty chair.

"Oh, and one other thing," Ron continued, "I'm not sure if you heard yet. There's been a prison break and all the Death Eaters are gone. It was bad just hearing it. I heard there were at least twenty dead guards and more injured. There are at least two hundred of them, you gotta come quick."

Harry ran flat out until he got to Hogsmeade. He didn't even bother apparating, running was good enough. The trail had footprints all over it, confirming that Voldemort had come from the castle. It seemed to be a shorter path them normal, but then again, he wasn't walking. When Hogsmeade came into view, he froze, but quickly recovered.

Harry could hear the Order trying to keep up with him, although not going nearly as fast. It seemed that they had stopped, too. They had arrived just in time. Ron was deadly accurate; there were about two hundred or more Death Eaters in a single file line, marching straight into the heart of the town.

"Harry," came a whisper from his right. He turned around thrusting his wand out in front. However, he lowered it the moment he saw Hermione.

"What happened?" he also spoke low.

"They just came in, but I can't explain now. Lucky Ron got to you in time."

"Yeah I guess so," he whispered, hearing McGonagall and everyone else creep up behind him.

"Good, you brought help," she stated while bringing them over to The Three Broomsticks. "Everyone's in here."

Harry walked inside to find his whole army hiding in a corner, alongside ten aurors, and a few of the shoppers. Seeing that the Death Eaters were out of ear shot, and knowing that this was going to turn ugly, he took command.

"Alright everybody, listen and listen good," he firmly said, controlling the situation, causing everyone seem to feel better now that the great Harry Potter was here. "This is the start of the war, and this is where we start to fight back. This is now going to be known as the Battle at Fort Hogsmeade. Yeah, that's right; I'm turning this into a new fort." He waved his wand, surrounding the place with a thick sheet of metal that wouldn't be penetrated easily from the outside. "If anyone here is too scared to fight, that's too bad. I don't care how old or young you are, or if you are experienced or not. As long as you have a wand, you're staying and fighting." He turned around and addressed three specific people. "Mr. Weasley, tell the Ministry what's going on, and bring every single person you can find. Get all the aurors and then some. Moody, get everyone from the Order. EVERYONE. Professor McGonagall, get Hagrid, he'll be able to help us." To get his point across, he didn't even wait a second to say, "What are you waiting for? GO,"

Almost at once, everyone started doing something. Mr. Weasley and Moody apparated to do their tasks, McGonagall left to find Hagrid, and everyone else started talking to each other.

"Enough," Harry shouted to quiet the remaining people. "There isn't any time to start talking or start fearing. Right now, we're up against two hundred Death Eaters or so. I'm not stopping 'till there aren't anymore on this street. I don't care what spells you use, if they are legal, or if they lead to death. All I need is for every one of you to fire at the enemy as accurately as possible and as frequently as possible. Even if they," he pointed at the door, meaning the three that just left, "gather some support, we will still be overwhelmingly outnumbered.

"Everyone forget what we practiced with the divisions. There will be no waiting and there will be complete chaos. Just fight as hard as you can, because if we lose, there will be no more chances," he finished, seeing the Death Eaters turn around and notice the newly boarded up bar. McGonagall hurriedly came back in, Hagrid in her wake.

"Wha' happened?" he asked right away.

"No time," Harry said quickly. "Listen, there are a few hundred Death Eaters out there, and only about fifty of us. We need your help." Hagrid looked frightened, and on the verge of saying no. Without thinking, Harry said, "Remember what they did to Cedric, Sirius, and Dumbledore."

Hagrid's eyes flared at the name of Dumbledore, and his face contorted with anger. "I'm here for wha' ever you need."

"Thanks."

Mr. Weasley returned with only ten new people. "Sorry Harry, everyone had left for the night. These were the only late workers," he said, motioning to the others. "This is-,"

"There's no time for introductions," Harry cut him off. Moody appeared moments later, followed by only twenty Order members.

"They were the only ones I could reach in a short time," he said briskly. "They're almost here," he pointed out the window, directly at the Death Eaters only thirty feet away.

"This is it everyone, the moment that we have been dreading all our lives. There's only one thing to say, and only one battle plan. Fight to the death. Let's go," he said and walked right out into the middle the street.

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(Ron's thoughts)

Is he crazy? Absolutely mental? Why would Harry just walk out of the well guarded building with no one to protect him?

(Harry's thoughts)

Am I crazy? Mental? Why would I walk out of the building I just strengthened to fight two hundred Death Eaters with no one to help me? AAAHHHH! That was really close, too close.

(Hermione's thoughts)

Ah! Harry just left by himself to face the Death Eaters. That's never happened before. Well, he is Harry. Oh, that was close. Better go help him.

(Hagrid's thoughts)

Hold on, Harry. I'll be righ' there. (Smash) That door was easier to break than I thought. Who's first?

(Lupin's thoughts)

So this is how he captured so many Death Eaters before. These types of ideas come to him just like his father. WATCH OUT! He needs my help. On second thought, he needs everyone's help. Wow! That door broke easily.

(Moody's thoughts)

That wasn't smart. I can't believe that he doesn't notice there are fifteen dementors flying over him.

(Lupin's thoughts)

FULL MOON! Not now, this is the worst time. I took the potion today, but I'll still be a werewolf with so much blood around. Mmn! That tastes good. No, it's starting already. Actually this might help. I could take care of those werewolves in the back.

(Hagrid's thoughts)

GIANTS! I failed Dumbledore, I failed the order. Better start making up for it.

(Ron's thoughts)

TROLLS! I HATE TROLLS! This is going to be a nightmare.

(Ginny's thoughts)

What is he doing out there? There has never been this many Death Eaters. Hey, where's Fred and George. I didn't see them leave.

(Shoppers' thoughts)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

(Ministry Workers' thoughts)

Why did I have to work late? Why couldn't I have said no? Why was it Mr. Weasley that asked me, not someone that I don't like and wouldn't even stop to listen to? I'm going to die.

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Surprisingly, although Harry had run out of the building to face the Death Eaters, they hadn't made a movement to hit him. Their eyes were focused on him, their arms were at the ready, and their wands were already shooting out sparks, seemingly wanting to start the battle and be used.

Seeing an opportunity that would surely not come again, Harry used their odd behavior to launch a series of attacks. He shot some of the simple spells that he learned in his first few years of Hogwarts at them. By the time he had successfully taken out four of them, they fought back with an energy that Harry had never seen before. He ducked into the closest shop, and secretly ran into the dark and threatening forest.

CRASH!

Harry spun around and saw the door to The Three Broomsticks smash outward. Hagrid came tumbling out throwing his hands around trying to knock over some of the Death Eaters. Lupin followed him out, unseen since he was hiding behind Hagrid. Hermione came out next, and behind her was everyone was of his army. Harry didn't notice that Fred and George were missing.

The battle took place while he was held up in hiding. He only succeeded in confusing a few of the Trolls. As the Death Eaters went down, new ones took their place. As the Order went down, Harry was left with less people than before. There was about twenty Death Eaters lying face down on the ground, compared to the ten on the other side. That was still a crucial blow. Two aurors dead, three Order members unknown, and five that seemed to want to take their own life.

Tap, tap, tap.

Harry turned to the source of who was poking him. He breathed a sigh of relief, seeing the twins in their hats, gloves and any kind of toy they could find that they had made. His relief was short-lived though, for the moment he dropped his wand, they started saying things at the same time. Unusually, it didn't make one complete sentence.

"Hold on," Harry whispered, trying not to show the Death Eaters were he was. "What are you doing out here?"

Without thinking about his voice level, George signaled to Fred that he would speak. "We went back to get our products, but on the way we heard something you should know."

"What?"

"We heard a scream."

"No one screamed here."

"We know," Fred quickly said, attempting to not take up time. "We think it was from the castle."

Right on cue, a clearly heard, high pitched shriek echoed through the forest. Everyone that was fighting heard the scream and completely stopped. The Death Eaters wore knowing smiles on their faces while the Order and auror's faces were frightened like he thought he'd never see.

Suddenly, he realized what was happening, he knew what needed to be done. He just shouted:

"EVERYONE GET TO THE SCHOOL, I'LL BE THERE SOON! No questions, I'll take care of everything else. GO NOW!"

They all stood still, blankly staring at him, but in the end, trusted him all the same. There was a mad dash as they ran to the castle with determination. The Death Eaters sprinted after them, smiling madly. Hopefully, his friends wouldn't be too mad at his trick. Maybe he could join them soon. He had just set them up. Besides, they still had a chance. There's more places to run, places to hide, and its only continuing the fight. Its for their own good. They would only have been killed unsuspectingly and without chance. If they were going to die, they would die fighting. Like him in only a matter of seconds.

Harry walked to the middle of the road, where there was just an eruption of battle. Fort Hogsmeade was just the beginning. Time for real war.

The Gaints charged. Feeling energy run through his hands, and subconsciously thinking it was the right thing to do, Harry lifted his bare hands out in front of him and pushed the air outward. It had the least likely result. Every one of the Giants flew backward, as if they were flicked by a huge hand. They soared out of sight, probably not thinking about trying anything else any time soon. The dementors didn't try anything, they just floated there, slowly draining Harry of any last emotion he had left. It also use up all of his patience, seeing as he scattered all fifteen in one Patronus charm. They had still done their job, Harry was barely able to stand. He wasn't going to give up, though. Especially after just having learned of a new power he had.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," he taunted.

Appearing out of thin air, although not apparating, was Lord Voldemort. He was also broadly smiling. He had his wand loosely pointed at Harry.

"Here we are. No one to protect you, Harry. No one to save you. No one to die for you this time," Voldemort said, emphasizing the word 'die.'

"I hate to admit it, but you're right. You're absolutely right. There is no one here to disturb a fight, nothing to change the outcome, and no one stopping us from seeing who really will win."

"Its time for the Last Battle, Harry."

"No, I can't kill you yet, so there will be others."

"A bit confident, are we?"

"You should talk."

Without another word uttered, they began to raise their wands and shoot at each other.