I'm back with another action-packed chapter! Also, YAAY Superbowl Sunday! I rooted for the commercials! And guess what? THEY WON! Sort of. They didn't lose, but there weren't any ones that popped out at me. Oh well.

It's 11:10 PM and I'm too tired to write a long introduction, so...

Here's the chapter!

Chapter 25

3rd POV

Aro looked out at the vast expanse of black surrounding him. The dark color suited his mood. Christmas and the festivities were over. It was time to get down to business.

"Brothers! Sisters! Warriors of the inhuman nature! Here my cry as we prepare our new lives- as rulers of the feeble wizards, and muggles, as we take our rightful place as the Kings and Queens of the world!" He yelled out to the dark, silent, rippling sea. Thunder cracked, lightning snapped, as a storm brewed and tested the waters.

"You may be afraid of turning on what was once your own kind! Erase that fear from your mind! It is time for a new dawn, and if it is the humans standing between us and the world we deserve, so be it! They are weak, and we are strong. We will change the world, make it as wondrous as the world should be- and we will own it. Every continent, every sea, every blade of grass creeping from the ground will be ours to do with as we please."

The wind howled as the sea shook with movement, but it remained silent as the grave.

"The humans, they who were once the predator, will now become the prey. They will become prisoners, pets, food. And we will reign supreme for all eternity!"

Silence. Respectful silence.

"But one must remember, we are not ruling as of yet. We must win the battles yet to come, the battles against our wizard brethren. And we will win! Noi conquistare, insieme! We conquer, together!"

The sea became animated as it roared and cheered, and it became clear that the sea was in fact not made of water. It was made of vampires. Thousands of cheering newborns, shrouded in Death Eater cloaks, and ready to do the bidding of the Volturi and Voldemort.

Behind Aro, Marcus and Caius backed up his speech. "Noi vinciamo! We conquer!" They cried.

"Noi vinciamo!" The sea responds, "We conquer!"

…

Harry Potter

Everyone was on a phone. It was ridiculous.

Bella was talking quietly to vampires in Denali. Carlisle to their friends in Egypt. Alice was having a vicious conversation with a coven somewhere else in Europe. Everyone seemed to be occupied by their conversations, while I sat in the corner with Ron and Hermione, bored out of our minds. The three of us had been excused from classes due to the extreme circumstances, and we had nothing to do but wait for good news.

Footsteps toward us made me look up to see Fred and George looking down at us with disapproval. "Shouldn't you three be downstairs with us?" Fred asked.

"At dinner?" George reminded.

"It's dinner time? And nobody TOLD ME?" Ron was immediately on his feet, annoyed. The twins grinned.

"Same time every night, Ronnykins!"

"Do you need to be reminded once a night, or should we check in hourly?"

"Shut up." Ron pushed them aside as he began to make his way to the door, stomach growling.

Harry and Hermione stood to follow him, when suddenly, Fred's face turned serious. "Actually, there're some important matters to attend to." Ron's head lifted at this, and he returned.

George nodded, "See, we need to prepare the students of Hogwarts for a possible attack from the Death Eaters,"

"Which nowadays is always in the forecast. We also need to prepare the kids who want to fight. They'll fight for our cause, but are so far pretty useless on the battlefield." Fred continued.

"Kids are going to fight? No! No, that can't happen, they're not soldiers!" Hermione yelled in protest.

"Neither are you and I." George said.

"But they'll die." Ron cried.

"Every student in this school has as much the right to fight as we do. People will be injured, people will die, but to win we need all the help we can get." Fred sighed.

Harry looked down and spoke, "You want us to rile them up. Get them excited to kill." This idea disgusted him.

"No, Harry. We want you to encourage them. Give them hope. Tell them how Death Eaters are not impossible to kill. Tell them we will win. We will."

And so, with pride, the boy who lived stood in front of the army of Hogwarts students, with his friends by his side. He knew- they would win.

…

Snape had been in the Dark Lord's sight every minute of every day since the Volturi had showed up. He was serving the Volturi, casting spells on the Volturedemort Headquarters, or even just standing there. Voldemort had been watching him with keen, vigilant, evil eyes. Suspicious. He knew, somehow he knew something. Yet, Voldemort couldn't know that Snape was a double-agent. Because, Severus admitted to himself, if Voldemort knew I was working for Albus Dumbledore, I'd be dead on my feet.

Or would I? His heartbeat spiked in fear as his thoughts raced. This is the Dark Lord Voldemort. I have been a "servant" to him for years, and I would know he always has an ulterior motive. He is a heartless serpent, intent on sucking every drop of blood from every weasel working for him before he disposes of them. But what am I to him?

"You are a careless man, Severus." Snape gasped as he heard the hissing voice of the Dark Lord himself. Did he hear what I was thinking? Was I using Occlumency? Occlumens!

"What makes me careless, my lord?" Snape asked Voldemort in an emotionless monotone.

"You are still human, far away from any powerful wizard help, and yet in the same building as thousands of newborn vampires. Your life is in danger. Don't you think you should allow yourself to be bitten?" Snape heard the smirk in the Dark Lords voice, the smugness, the lust for power. Snape did not feel the same way.

"I'd rather hold onto the last bits of humanity I have in this dark army."

"Ah, the words of a traitor." Voldemort grinned in dark humor as the Death Eater flinched.

"No. my lord. The words of a mortal."

"A mortal in a world where a small scrape can kill you. Have you gone suicidal, Severus?" Voldemort spoke sarcastically. Severus was just an animal, and Voldemort was holding him on a short leash. At any moment, the Dark Lord could choose to set the tip of the leash on fire, and with a simple stroke of a match, his "loyal" pet would be enveloped in flames and dying a slow, painful death.

"I am not afraid of death." Severus said.

Voldemort circled him as he remained emotionless. "I wonder how you would look as a crazed, deranged, bloodthirsty animal? I mean, vampire. I have decided, however, not to grant you immortality."

"Why, my lord?" Snape asked. He didn't know it, but inch by inch, the collar was tightening around him, choking him, as the leash became warm, and then hot.

"Because I do not believe you are trustworthy. You are a traitor, a coward, and a liar." Before Snape could move, the cruciatus curse had him on the floor and burning. His vision blurred as the intensity of the curse increased, and spots of black began to cloud his sight. He heard Voldemort continuing to speak, "I am going to send you back to your Hogwarts friends. Tell them that battle commences in a week's time! Tell them the date of their doomsday!"

Voldemort smirked as his pet writhed on the floor, screaming in agony. The leash had caught on fire.

…

The Next Day, in Volturedemort Headquarters

"The Date is set, battle commences on the Friday of this week!" Voldemort called out to the Volturi, smugly, as he walked into the Great Hall.

Aro looked up, alarmed, "Says who?"

"Says the Dark Lord Voldemort, of course!."

Caius stood, "To whom have you told this?"

"Just you three, and a traitor to the Death Eaters."

"Why the hell would you tell a traitor the date of battle? He will just go and tell Hogwarts!" Marcus yelled in anger.

Voldemort tilted his head. "Your point?"

"They know when we will attack! They will have an army ready!" Aro spoke in disbelief.

"Aro, if this event is going to go down in the history books, I want to make it look good. I don't want it to say, 'The Dark Lord Voldemort attacked and defeated a bunch of unprepared children!'"

"YOU IDIOT!" Caius spat in disgust.

"Don't call the Dark Lord Voldemort an idiot!" Voldemort yelled.

"Oh, shut up and listen! Would you rather the history books say, 'Voldemort suffered a crushing defeat because of a stupid, foolish, idiotic mistake he made?!?'" Caius screamed in frustration.

Voldemort pulled his wand as Caius prepared to attack, when Aro jumped in the middle of them, "Hey, guys, no need to be hasty." He turned to Voldemort, and threw a hand over his shoulder as if they were best buddies or something. "Now, Voldy, I've been on this Earth a long few years. Do you remember how many?" He spoke as if the Dark Lord was a child.

"925. You've told me a million times." Voldemort said, annoyed by this blatant disrespect.

"Yes, and in 925 years I have seen many battles. Want to know one I remember very clearly? The Battle of Hattin in 1187. I was fighting with the Frankish Crusaders at the time. Everyone was thirsty and helpless and so they made for a water source. They ended up in crushing defeat, because the other army surrounded and attacked them while they were hapless and unprepared. With the element of surprise, the offending army won. Now, what is the lesson here?"

"Use the element of surprise…"

"Exactly."

"But that would be too easy!" The Dark Lord complained, "Nothing is that simple!"

Aro removed his arm from the Dark Lord's shoulders in disbelief of the stupidity.

"Your plans never go exactly as planned, do they, Voldemort?" Caius frowned.

"Well, no."

Caius scowled, "You're a horrible villain."

Marcus smacked his forehead as Voldemort stood there miserable. "Moving onto another issue: Why did you not consult with us before setting the date? There is no way our armies will be trained by that time!"

"I didn't think this would become such an issue. Are your vampire armies not listening to you or something?" Voldemort asked, smugly.

"They're your Death Eaters, you should know how miserable they are at fighting."

Voldemort could think of no clever retort.

Aro spoke, "Voldemort, I don't think we can continue this relationship between humans and vampires if we don't communicate with each other! How can I trust you anymore?!"

"You guys just weren't there when I made the decision! I was going to tell you! It won't happen again! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!" The Dark Lord cried.

Marcus and Caius chuckled. "You two are beginning to sound like some old married couple! Seriously, it's not that big of a deal." Marcus assured them, "We will win, anyway."

Aro, Marcus, and Caius truly smiled at the thought of winning the battle.

So did Lord Voldemort.

Sorry the ending was sort of a dud, but I didn't want to leave with a cliffie, and it just seemed appropriate to end there!

Didja like the italian at the beginning? I figured it'd look cool, so I looked up "We Conquer" on Google Translate. Tell me if you liked or disliked that deliberate research! PLUS, the Battle of Hattin was an actual battle in one of the Crusades (I cant remember which), and it seemed appropriate that Aro would drag up the history books to give ol Voldy a lesson on Battle Tactics. Lol. REVIEW IF YOU LOL'd!!!!

BTW if anyone follows my fanfiction "A Teenager's Guide to Living with Pirates", I have a poll about a sequel up on my profile. (Fans of the hilarity in this fanfiction would probably like that fanfic too!)

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