I'm sorry for such a long delay. I've had writer's block and various other things to do.

Sakura rose from her bed and went through her head over what happened yesterday; it was desperate stuff but, by draining their magical powers their ties to the Demonic Lord were severed, so his fierce control over them was removed and she could re-educate them in the cheerier side of life. Sakura went over to the bedside cabinet she was using and opened the drawer.

Inside the shrunken ex-Death Eaters stared up at their captor in awe, already feeling a change in their demeanour.

"I'm sorry about your predicament," Sakura commented, "But Voldemort's horrific force was directly linked to your magic and since the Little card shrinks both size and magic it seemed like the only sensible thing to do." They look up at her giant visage letting her echoing words sink in. They were small potatoes in the whole yin-yang interpretation of the war and so Voldemort's influence was weak to begin with, only making them cruel and vengeful from their inner demons; now, having most (if not all) of their magic drained, the only influence exposed to them was Sakura's shining aura and everything that went with it. It wouldn't take long for their inner demons to be defeated considering that they'd been reigning for a certain period of time.

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Later on, just after breakfast, Prof. McGonagall informed Sakura and her friends that Dumbledore wanted to see them ASAP. A while later all four of them approached the hidden staircase that led to Dumbledore's study; Eriol, being the one most familiar with Hogwarts, said the password.

"Liquorice Allsort." The staircase appeared and they ascended. Upon reaching the top it was Eriol again who knocked on the door; this time, instead of being invited in, the door opened on its own accord. Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk and a figure was standing next to him; it was a stern figure, a serious figure, a figure that made Mr. Spock look like DJ of the Month, it was…

"Yue-san!?" Sakura exclaimed in surprise; he was ready to explain himself.

"Dumbledore requested my presence." None of them decided to press the matter since getting any more info out of Yue would be like getting blood from a stone.

"Please be seated." Dumbledore invited and, on cue, four seats appeared in front of his desk. "No doubt you are wondering why I've asked you to come here."

"Yes, sensei." Sakura replied as she sat down.

"This is a very serious matter." He continued. "I have a very strong suspicion that Voldemort is preparing a major attack." This didn't half disturb Sakura and Tomoyo while Syaoran looked serious but desperate and Eriol… didn't move a muscle. "Wherever possible I want you to prepare for a major battle between him and his Death Eaters and other demonic minions and ourselves. The Ministry of Magic is trying to ignore these facts but it can't be denied that we must be prepared to defend ourselves."

"I am sure that we will be prepared." Eriol commented to Dumbledore.

"We must be quick." Yue mentioned. "He will probably strike at a time when the students will be thinking more about the holidays." This understood they planned for times and places to practice magic stylised like a form of warfare. Sakura was naturally hesitant about this but Voldemort could not be defeated by her 'Peace and Love' approach to magic, so Syaoran gave her pep talk like that of General Patton but a bit more toned down. She only had to think about what he and his followers would do to the people she knew and she found the fight within her.

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Far away, hidden in a lonely land of death and misery, Voldemort began plotting his comeback. He knew that the key was Hogwarts and wanted to take it by surprise so the two most dangerous obstacles in his way would be overcome, namely Harry and Dumbledore.

"We must sneak in," He hissed, "Burst in during one of their feasts and demand that they surrender… or else." Lucius Malfoy listened to his plan and brought up a point.

"My Lord," He said, "It will take all the effort we have to sneak in. Might I suggest that we take the back way?" Voldemort looked at him for a moment and summoned a map of Hogwarts in order to identify the 'back way'.

"That is a devious plan, Lucius," He answered, "And I'm taking no chances, we will bring our whole army! This time the world will be mine; the muggles will know true fear and everyone will know who is in charge." Just then another Death Eater entered his lair.

"My lord," It trembled, "I have grave news." Voldemort only had to look at it to get his message across. "Two of your servants have been overcome by a student of Hogwarts. I cannot figure the details only that an apprentice witch has defeated them." Voldemort looked like he was going to curse this figure when he thought over those he had sent to scout the ground.

"No matter." He replied. "They were petit and weak. I shall lead the ultimate force when the time arrives!"

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Harry's scar burnt regularly over the next few weeks; Ron and Hermione knew what this was about but Sakura saw it as being a medical phenomena. On the other hand she herself was feeling very nervous, like when she had to confront the Erase card.

"On the plus side she managed to rehabilitate her shrunken prisoners and returned them to normal outside the school grounds where they vowed to give up magic and, instead, opt for a simple muggle life.

A few days later Sakura felt that she had to talk to someone about her willies, so she turned to Eriol, who had a chance to diagnose the problem.

"Ah, Sakura-san," He commented once she finished explaining, "It is just like Potter-san and his scar. When his scar burns it is an omen of danger and your willies are the same; Voldemort will strike soon." Sakura was still worried but they were fully prepared; Sakura, Eriol, Kero, Yue and Syaoran had sorcery on their side, making them virtually (except for Sakura who was totally) invincible and Tomoyo was thoroughly trained in repelling and countering dangerous magic on the witchcraft and wizardry level.

All in all they were confident about what they had to do, and so were others. Harry, Ron and Hermione had been practicing witchcraft and wizardry to fight the upcoming battle. They had to, or the fiends would contradict one of the basic rules of narrative: The goodies always win.