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The remainder of the previous day had gone much the same way as Harry planned it to, with the exception being a late night trip under his father's old cloak to the kitchens. In retrospect it was unnecessary considering he was the king, but it was more for the nostalgic feeling that Harry got from slinking around a palace while being invisible than it was for hunger. The afternoon before his little escapade had been spent blissfully unaware of the pressures of government, he and his wife had made up for lost time. They ate together for the first time in days, and planned for the baby that Tonks was carrying.
The next morning began much the same way as the previous day had ended. Harry and Tonks eating together, content. As they were finishing up, and Harry was getting ready to go over the information that his advisors had provided for him, there was a knock on the door. "Come." Harry said, while casting a look at his wife that suggested that he wanted nothing to do with whomever was about to interrupt his breakfast. To everyone's surprise, Remus Lupin walked through the door with a guard on either side. "Yes?" Harry questioned.
"I need your help." Lupin said after a moments thought.
"You know that I am not going to release you." Harry said, answering what he presumed Remus' request to be.
"That was not what I had in mind." Remus explained, at Harry's questioning look he continued. "There is going to be an attack today, by Voldemort, on the estate of an Irish politician. The man has refused to help the dark lord, and has been ordered killed. The order has been preparing to go and try to defend the estate but they can only send a few people if they are to also continue protecting the rest of England.".
"I fail to see what this has to do with me." Harry said, cutting off his old teacher.
"You can't just let the man be killed!" Moony exclaimed, horrified that Harry could possibly be so heartless.
"Of course I can," Harry fired back, "I have never met this man, whoever he is, thus he is of no importance to Atlantis.".
"But…" Remus started.
"No Remus! I have no intelligence, no plan of attack, I will not lose men on what may be a fools errand!" Harry yelled, becoming angry at Remus' persistence.
"The Harry I knew would not have let that stand in the way of doing the right thing." Remus said before turning and walking from the room. As the door closed, Harry's façade collapsed.
"I fear that I have truly lost myself." he stated to no one in particular.
"I don't believe that." Tonks said as she put down her fork.
"Three years ago, I would have gone to help this man without question." Harry said, his face a mask of emotion.
"That was before they threw you in prison." Tonks observed.
"Yes, and it did change me. But just not in a way that I like." Harry replied.
"So you are going to go then?" Tonks asked.
"Yes, I have to do something before I totally lose myself in my anger with Dumbledore and the order." Harry answered as he rose form the table.
"Be careful." Tonks murmured as the doors again closed and her husband disappeared behind them.
Hours had been spent preparing for the operation, Harry had decided to take thirty of his fighters with him. Ten more would be standing by with a portkey, if necessary they could join the fight. Of course, this all depended on the assumption that Voldemort would wait until late afternoon or early evening to attack.
Mad Eye Moody had recovered sufficiently from his minor wounds and had been tasked to lead the defense of the O'Malley estate. The O'Malleys were a strange family to be in politics. They had migrated to America, made a fortune and had decided to return to their native land a generation later. Now, they were among the most powerful families in Ireland, and were approaching the same type of power in England. As the old auror turned and strode back out onto the porch of the large manor, his magical eye picked up movement in the trees that stood a hundred yards away from the very steps he was standing on. Moody reached up and pressed the pennant that was around his neck, signaling headquarters that the battle had begun.
The large group of death eaters assigned to the task advanced unconcerned about the figure that was watching them from the front porch. Their arrogance was only increased when a woman stood next to the red haired man. As they reached the end of the field, their leader spoke. "Mr. O'Malley, you have been ordered killed by the dark lord, have you anything to say?". Normally, death eaters would not stop to talk with their victims, but this was a special case, and Shaun O'Malley was not rumored to be a powerful wizard. So it came as a complete surprise when a non-verbal stunner struck the lead death eater in the chest.
Moody and Fleur dropped their glamour charms at the same time, both fired more spells into the death eaters as more of the order portkeyed in to take part in the ambush.
Back at Atlantis, Harry was preparing with the team of men who would accompany him when there was a knock on the ready room door. "My lord, the scouts report that the death eaters have arrived. The order is there as well.".
"Thank you." Harry replied. "Now, when we get there, we will stay in the trees located adjacent to the greenhouses, we should be able to see the front lawn from there. We will wait for the opportune moment to attack. Is that clear?". A chorus of 'yes sirs' answered his question. Nodding, Harry held out the portkey, as did the other officers. Everyone grabbed on, and in an instant they were in the group of trees.
Harry got his bearings and then peered through the outermost layer of trees at the battle that was raging on the front lawn of the O'Malley estate. A green killing curse flew up, striking one of the columns that held up the roof over the porch. The column shattered, sending debris over the order members that had been fighting near the front doors of the estate house. Moody was thrown to the ground, and other order members were down as well. The death eaters surged forward and Harry was about to spring his trap, but then Dumbledore appeared with more of the order. Ron Weasley stood out among them, as did his brothers and Sirius.
The death eaters scattered, and the day appeared won until the dark lord himself appeared on the far end of the field. Dumbledore turned, and strode towards Voldemort, leaving the death eaters to the rest of the order. At this point Harry left the trees, leaving the three most powerful wizards of the age striding towards each other.
Ron Wealsey stunned his opponent and turned to see a silver robed wizard advancing towards him. He was immediately forced to duck blue colored curse, Ron fired back a cutting curse of his own, making his opponent roll to his left. As the man rose, Ron struck him in the chest with another cutting curse, sending the man back to the ground in a spray of blood. Spinning around, he saw Fred and George fighting three death eaters, it was time to even off those odds.
"Is this a private party?" Harry asked as he neared the two older wizards who had been trading insults a moment before.
"Potter." Voldemort spat.
"Harry." Dumbledore said sadly.
"Gentlemen, shall we get on with this?" Harry asked, twirling his wand in his hand. Voldemort's eyes flashed dangerously as he shot a killing curse at Dumbledore, who was not as distracted as the dark lord believed. Ducking, the older wizard banished the snake like man through the outer ring of trees. Harry heard Voldemort strike one of them with a sickening crunch. He was soon forced on the defensive himself as Dumbledore transfigured a number of sticks on the ground into replicas of the chess pieces that had defended the sorcerer's stone. As Harry dodged one of the two swords held by the giant chess pieces, Dumbledore went off in search of the injured Lord Voldemort.
The combined Weasley brothers had killed one of the death eaters and stunned the other two. Going their separate ways for the moment, Fred and George moved inside the house while Ron ran off of the porch and onto the front lawn. As he set foot onto the previously immaculate grass he spotted Harry dispatching the last two giant chess pieces. Just as his former best friend turned towards him, Ron's well timed stunner struck him just under the left eye. Harry's head jerked back forcefully and his world descended into darkness. Ron ran over and activated his portkey, sending both himself and Harry to Grimmauld place.
Harry began to come around, he was tied to a chair in a fairly dark room it what he recognized as Grimmauld place. He was alone in the room, no furniture and no people to watch him. The door across form him was closed, with a small bean of light shining under it. Voices drifted in from the other side of the door, "Good job bagging Potter laddie.". That was obviously Mad Eye talking to Ron.
"It wasn't a big deal, he isn't a threat to a real duelist." Ron said back with confidence. This caused Harry to snort in amusement.
"He's awake, go get Dumbledore." Moody said before opening the door.
"Good evening auror Moody," Harry said, "I would shake your hand but I seem to be rather tied up at the moment.".
"Don't give me any of your lip Potter." Moody snarled back as he walked in a circle around Harry's chair.
"Whose giving lip, I was trying to make conversation." Harry fired back before the door opened again, Dumbledore and Ron walking through confidently. Albus waved his wand and the torches on the wall lit, illuminating the room.
"That's better, don't you think Harry?" he asked.
"Quite, I was just saying the same thing to Moody, although he didn't take it as well." Harry answered. The man in question snarled again, but didn't take action on any number of the thoughts that were running through his head.
"There will be no escape this time Harry." Dumbledore said.
"There is always hope Dumbledore." Harry answered in an equally self righteous voice.
"Shut up Potter. Just tell us what we want to know and I wont have to hurt you again." Ron interjected.
"You hit me with a stunner Weasley, while I was preoccupied with something else no less." Harry replied, causing Ron to turn slightly red. "Oh I see, that isn't the version of events that you shared with the order is it? How did that one go? Some one on one battle where you overpowered or out dueled me? Keep thinking Ron, because I assure you that neither of those will ever happen.".
"That is enough Harry. Now if you would please tell me who your informant in the order is?" Dumbledore said.
"Perhaps I have more than one." Harry answered smartly.
"Impossible." Ron said.
"Eloquent as always Ron." Harry said before turning back to Dumbledore, "I suppose you will use a truth serum on me?".
"If that's what it takes then yes." Albus replied.
"So be it.".
"Call Severus." Dumbledore said to Ron, who bolted form the room. Not ten minutes later, Snape appeared with a vial of clear liquid. Three drops were poured down his throat and the questions began.
"What is your full name?".
"Harry James Gryffindor-Morvyn-Potter.", Ron snorted at the long name, ignoring what it meant.
"What was your house at Hogwarts?".
"Gryffindor.".
"Its working." Moody declared before turning the questioning on to Albus.
"How did you become the king of Atlantis?".
"I am the last remaining noble, it was by default." Harry answered, his eyes glassy.
"Who is your mole in the order?". Severus cringed at this, he had still not formulated a way to get himself and Harry out of the order's hands. He finally settled on tossing his portkey to Harry and just trying to fight his own way out. As his muscles tightened for action, Harry answered.
"Bill Weasley.". In truth it wasn't a lie, Bill was on Harry's side.
"Have the Weasley brothers arrested." Albus said to Moody, who nodded and left the room. Ron made a small noise in the back of his throat, like he wanted to say something. "Not you of course Ronald.".
"Always worried about yourself Ron?" Harry asked in an innocent voice.
"Shut up Potter!" Ron exclaimed before throwing a slicing hex at Harry, which opened a cut along his cheek.
"That is enough Ronald." Dumbledore said sternly before ushering the boy out of the room.
"A little help here." Harry called after them, referring to the now bleeding wound on his face. Neither man stopped and the room again descended into darkness. As his eyes adjusted, Harry began thinking of ways out of his current situation. Nothing seemed promising until Sirius slid into the room through a secret passage along the back wall. Things were definitely looking up.
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