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Crash and Burn
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Chapter Eleven
Stripped
As Harry, and thus the light side, grew stronger so did the dark. Voldemort was breeding an army of werewolves to aide his human fighters. Every member of the dark side was forced to train until they were either the best they could be or dead. He killed off almost as many of his own followers as he got through the training. It showed just how greedy and warped the purebloods flocking to them were if they put themselves an their children on the line time and again for Voldemort all for nothing but the promise of power and fame that few had gotten any of.
Voldemort knew his greatest opponent was going to be Harry, but that didn't mean he was the only threat, just because he couldn't be killed by someone else didn't mean his followers were safe. Even if he survived he couldn't win the war if the Light side cut through his death eaters like wheat.
He knew if he wanted to win he had to struck the light side's weak point, Hogwarts. if he attacked the light's children and killed enough of them the Light side would be angry enough to kill. If he attacked the school in the summer he could dispatch all the professors and maybe even Dumbledore that would spread panic and fear.
He knew if he timed it just right it would be perfect. The raid was set, he was going to attack Hogwarts on the last night of August. With a little luck the first people to find out the truth would be the students themselves scaring them off from fighting.
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Harry woke up with a scream in his throat and Fenrir and Severus came running into his room wands drawn.
"What happened Harry?" Severus asked sharply still searching for the danger.
"Voldemort is planning a raid, he will be attacking the school the night before the students get back." Harry reported still breathing heavily from the dream.
"Why would he do it then? Why not wait until the students are at the school, or maybe attack the train itself when the students are more vulnerable?" Fenrir wondered allowed.
"He believes if the children are attacked first it will cause a rage in the Light side and we are strong enough to kill most of his followers if we are all fighting for the same goal. He wants to attack the school and kill as many professors and take a stab at Dumbledore as he can, that will cause a panic and no one will fight. He is hoping the students will be the ones to find the bodies." Harry relayed.
"Even if he succeeded the students wouldn't find them the house elves would and they would have half the ministry here in a heart beat, no child would ever see a hair out of place. Voldemort's plan is cunning though, because he is right, attacking the children outright will backfire on him, and unfortunately he knows it." Severus explained.
"The Dark Lord is half insane right now, frankly I am surprised he is sane enough to realize attacking the students would be a bad idea. He will not be thinking things through as much as we will, but depending on how many of his fighters he brings, we will still be severely outnumbered." Fenrir explained to Severus.
"Are we going to fight him than? Why wouldn't we just get out of here?" Harry asked coming out of his shock from the dream.
"If we fight him while we are prepared on Hogwarts soil we can keep innocent causalities from escalating, this way it will only be those who truly wish to fight. It has come to the point where the dark side will be stronger than the light if we wait any longer, even as it stands we are evenly matched." Severus pointed out.
"Than what are we waiting for you need to train me more, remember our deal Fenrir. I will keep my end of the bargain you keep yours." Harry decided as he hauled himself out of bed, he would not be sleeping any longer on this night so he might as well do something useful with his time.
"I will join you this time, I will not be sleeping either, and you are going to have to learn to fight more than one person at the same time if you intend to survive." Severus volunteered.
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Voldemort watched his followers fight each other for survival and with every drop of blood and scream of pain his maniacal smile grew wider. He was envisioning the blood and gore of the battle and reveling in it. He could not imagine a bunch of softhearted buffoons could beat his battle-hardened fighters.
He was looking forward to having that brat's blood staining his hands. It would be the closing of one era and the beginning of another. He was ready, the boy had better be worth his time, or he might just get angry.
