Chapter 49

Harry stepped back, removing his fingers form Arai's temples, the vampire sat still in his chair, eyes closed, slowly the spell faded away and he blinked. Harry returned to his seat, having implanted the image firmly into Arai's mind.

"I see, cunning, very cunning. No tough magic necessary at all really, who would have thought it? Voldemort defeated so easily, let him become obsessed with demons that don't exist, drag him down in that fatal spiral of obsession with your book and the painting. Make him a puppet, jumping whenever you twitch a string until he is finally where you want him, then kill him." Arai paused to sip from the glass on the coffee table in front of him, Harry waited silently. The vampire's eyes flickered closed again briefly, savoring the taste of the blood in the goblet. Harry had always found Arai's habit of bleeding his victims, but not killing them, and keeping a constant store of blood, all in labeled and dated bottle, highly amusing. Like those who collect old wines Arai had blood, he had blood from just about everyone who had ever been someone important, all well chilled and preserved, by magic and cold, in his cellars. Harry happened to know that Arai had some from Caesar himself somewhere about, and Arai had once commented that the Royal line of France just before the renaissance had had particularly delicious blood.

"You would make a wondrous vampire Heron, a devil among devils."

"No thank you Arai, I will keep my mortal life I think." Harry smiled at his old friend, knowing that it was one of the highest compliments a vampire could give a mortal.

"I would not make you a vampire in any case, no matter what I would never do that, you are too powerful and too cunning. We vampire's do not like dancing at another vampire's fingertips Heron, we are loners and do not take well to being ruled by others of our kind. You already own us, the old ones, as a mortal. And no I'm not complaining, I never would, but as a vampire you would be terrifying." Arai said slowly after deep thought, Harry nodded slowly, he was good friends with all the oldest vampires, though none more so than Arai.

"True, will you be hunting down the other vampire's in the are tonight?" Arai thought for a few moment.

"No, not yet, would you come when I do? You can ah.scent out which ones are loyal to Voldemort, they I will only chase off."

"Of course, it has been a long time since we last hunted together." Harry said, the wicked grin on his face mirroring the vampire's. There had been other times when the vampire population had gone totally out of control, though always before it had been in a small area, now it was world wide. Harry had hunted with the old vampire's before, though never human prey, only other vampire's, and had actually enjoyed the experience. It had been among the jobs of the war mages, to keep the vampires at a stable level everywhere. He had learned a lot about hunting form the vampire's, for they had centuries to perfect the art. It was an old game, find an area with way too many vampires, and then set the trap. Harry would lure the vampire away form all other creatures, including other vampires, then when the vampire attacked him Arai would attack as well and kill the other vampire. Or if Harry was with a group of war mages they would attack. It was a game that appealed to the dark side of the war mage's sense of humor, there had been one time when he, Godric, and Cleatris, working as a team, had killed a dozen vampires in a single night, a record that had yet to be beat.

** Ever since he had gotten home three weeks before Draco Malfoy had been changing, drastically. Under his father's relentless teaching he had been preparing for becoming a death eater. It took only a few tries to learn the cruciatus curse, and he found that he rather enjoyed it, and the feeling of power it gave him. The power that Voldemort gave his followers seemed wonderful, ever since he'd seen his father perform the curse on a dozen muggles at the same time. He wished he could have that kind of power; he could only manage one person at a time.

The training had changed him, gone was the boy who had wanted to try and be half way good just for the heck of it, his rebellious nature against his father's evil was gone now that he had seen the powers, and felt them, first hand. Gone was the Draco Malfoy who had joined the Order of the Phoenix.

Twice he had tried to tell his father and other death eaters whom he now occasionally met about it, but he was unable too, and now he was thinking about it, how to tell them. Those soft weak little wimps. Muggle lovers all, none of them could ever compare with Voldemort's power. But how to tell anyone about them? Then the idea had struck, and so he wrote down everything he knew about the Order of the Phoenix, now he was ready.

Draco closed the doors to his rooms, then pulled out the parchment with the phoenix on it from its hiding place, and without pausing tore it to shreds. There was a blinding flash of light, and he remembered nothing of the Order of the Phoenix. The symbol vanished form his palm, all memories of the parchment and agents vanished, and the writing he had had on them went blank, but it was okay, he would never miss them, his memory of them was gone as well. The part of him that could have brought him back from the darkness vanished, and the part of him that had tried to be good died.

** It was two a.m. as Harry left Arai's home and apparated back, leaving the vampire still chuckling over the sheer cunning and nerve of Harry's plan. Arai had completely approved and had been more than happy to help. Vampires were great thinkers, and a vampire's bloodthirsty viciousness and the way they could effortlessly seduce their prey had led Arai's to fully appreciate the dark side of Harry's plan. And it was just that, dark and twisted, brilliantly cunning and clever, relying on Voldemort's own twisted mind to cause the fatal obsession that would drag him down. In this game Harry played the dark hunter, and Voldemort his unwary power hungry prey. Harry would lure Voldemort straight into the trap, through means of a book and a painting.

** Bypassing the gate he appeared just outside the main doors and walked in. Reaching with his mind he located his apprentices in one of the courtyards and went out. As he walked down the hallway he suddenly felt a weird sensation in his mind, then the evil taint of Voldemort, he staggered as pain flashed across his scar and an image leaped into his mind, Voldemort, then Draco using the cruciatus curs eon muggles, then his tearing the parchment. Harry paused, leaning against the wall, absorbing the images, and then he straightened, very well, not yet then. It was no great shock or disappointment; in fact he was surprised it hadn't come sooner, Draco had returned to Voldemort's side, junior death eater.

Adding Draco to the Order had only been an experiment anyhow, to see if the death eater's son had it in him to change sides, and Harry had never expected him to stay the first time. Draco had a long hard road to walk before he could rejoin the Order, but that road would make him a better person, wisdom and power were needed first. Harry didn't mind loosing an elemental to Voldemort for now; let Draco get to know the death eaters, Harry knew that he would return, for the same reason Severus had, he had it in him to be better. Harry could be very patient, like any master with a wayward apprentice he would wait until Draco had gained enough experience to choose sides again, at least when that day came he knew which side Draco would choose. With a grim smile of satisfaction, another step in his plans gone the way he had expected, Harry straightened and walked out into the courtyard, looking perfectly calm, if a little tired, he had not slept at all last night.

Sirius was working with a fire fountain; curling tendrils of flame were forming and dissipating around him. Severus was seated at another fountain, trying to push water up a slope, he was nearly finished. Neville was coaxing the ivy hanging form the ceiling to move and tilt their leaves about for him. Albus was send breezes about and moving objects around with air. They all looked up as Harry came in and sat down.

"Where were you?" Sirius asked.

"Visiting an old friend in America."

"Ah I see, got a girl overseas eh?" Harry grinned at his godfather.

"Yeah, got one in every major city, which is more than you'll ever accomplish." Severus snorted at this and Neville turned to stare at Harry.

"I'm joking Neville, I was visiting an old friend whom I haven't seen for a few centuries. He also happens to instrumental in a few plans of mine to stop Voldemort form gathering yet more support." Albus, always ready to talk about stopping Voldemort, looked keenly interested.

"What could he do to help?"

"He's a vampire by the name of Arai, one of the oldest of his kind, though I won't tell you how old, and among the top five most powerful. He'll be trying to keep an eye on the young vampires, which are overpopulating and have been for about a century."

"You've got a friend who's a vampire Potter? And here I was thinking your bad taste in friend ended with Sirius." Harry noted that the potions master had actually called Sirius by his first name, definite improvement. Sirius turned and gave Severus a death glare, suddenly the water Severus was forcing up hill turned to a thick cloud of steam. Harry directed the cloud straight up Severus's nose. The Potions master sneezed twice and made a wheezing noise.

"Black! Wh-"

"Enough Severus, you two and kill each other later. I just got word that Voldemort has a score of vampires working with him, and he's initiating some new death eaters soon, Draco Malfoy among them." This created a stir.

"Just like his father." Sirius muttered angrily.

"Not at all Sirius. He may be a death eater now but eventually he will be of great help to the fight." Harry said, with such calm sureness that the others stared at him.

"How do you know?" Albus asked him curiously. Harry grinned.

"I know everything," this earned him a snort form Sirius and Severus rolled his eyes skyward, muttering something that sounded like egomaniac.

"Judging by your OWLs and NEWTs results I would believe it, partially." Albus said, with a grin he handed Harry a paper with his scores on it.

Transfiguration: 850% Herbology: 850% Divination: 850% Charms: 850% Potions: 850% Astronomy: 850% History: 850% Care of Magical Creatures: 850% Defense Against the Dark Arts: 850%

Harry gaped, then glanced at his NEWTs

History: 1580% Herbology: 1580% Divination: 1580%

"Uh Albus there must be a mistake here, the OWLs are only out of 800% and the NEWTs are only out of 1500%, this isn't possible." Harry turned to see Albus's eyes glinting with amusement, Severus was avoiding looking at him and appeared to be gritting his teeth, Neville looked very curious, and Sirius was grinning broadly.

"Hmm yes, you have set a new all school record, no one else has ever gotten above 805% and 1520%, well we all knew you were intelligent, but I hardly believed you when you said you could take the NEWTs.could you do that in all the subjects?" The headmaster appeared amused and interested.

"Yes, even the ones I haven't taken I studied while in training, and still study. But you know how much more difficult magic with a wand is for me than magic without one. I know the information, but managing the spell is very difficult, I'm probably the only student to ever pass the transfiguration OWLs without being able to turn a match into a needle with a wand." Harry said dryly, now Neville was gawking at him.

"You can't.?" Sirius said in disbelief, Harry nodded, then shrugged and tucked the paper away.

"Back to the subject I was talking about, tomorrow I'm contacting all the other elementals, 2nd and 3rd class. There's

Ginny Weasely: 6 Gryffindor 4th Water 2nd class Terry Boot: 9 Ravenclaw 5th Earth 3rd class Cho Chang: 7 Ravenclaw 6th Air 2nd class Andrea Lizal: 11 Gryffindor 4th Fire 3rd class Lisa Sarell: 10 Slytherin 6th Air 3rd class Clara Vale: 12 Hufflepuff 5th Earth 2nd class

Jessica Gabnelli: 13 Hufflepuff 3rd Air 3rd class Andy Welman: 14 Slytherin 3rd Water 2nd class Alan Ferzerer: 15 Ravenclaw 4th Fire 3rd class

Nine in all, three air, two earth, two fire, two water.Draco Malfoy was a fire 2nd class but I'm not counting him. I'll be bringing them all here for training on Thursday. You may be needed to help teach them some things, I won't be here all the time, but that shouldn't happen often." They all nodded at this, Neville looking nervous at the prospect of training anybody.

"How do you know they're trustworthy?" Sirius asked, naturally he would be very concerned about this.

"Because during the school year I gathered all of them into the Order of the Phoenix, none of them know who the Phoenix.me.is, and they know each other only by their ID numbers so this will be a shock for them."

"Wait I thought the Order of the Phoenix was only the Grand Master's." Albus interrupted.

"No, it is whatever I want it to be. All of them have a tattoo on their right palm, a rune for Phoenix." Harry explained, then he stood and went inside, he had work to do. Arai's painting was out of his hands now, but he had to write the book to accompany the painting, and set up the plan, Fudge was just going to have to stay in office for a while. But Harry's plan to remove him could be put into action soon, tonight even, with a devilish grin Harry went to his study and sat down, now to write that book.

** Cornelius Fudge was having difficulty sleeping. No that's not right, he was having difficulty waking up, and he really did want to wake up from the terrifying nightmare in which he found himself.

The street was dark, silent, but up ahead were the sounds of laughter and chatter. It was a large neighborhood barbeque, fourteen muggles attending in all. A few children raced about shoe-less, it was summer and the smells coming form the two grills were delicious. Then they came, twenty two dark robed figures appeared in a series of pops just outside the party, everyone went quiet. Then the front figure raised his wand and pointed it at a small boy, no older then ten.

"Avada Kedavra." There was a blast of green light, and the boy was on the ground, dead. Two other death eaters cast quick silencing charms so that no one outside the fenced in back yard could here the screams.

"Crucio," an old woman fell screaming. "Crucio," another child, a girl of six was down. "Crucio." "Crucio." "Crucio."

The screams were unbearable, ringing in his ears, harsh and painful. Then the death eater really got to work, nasty hexes caused the muggles to go into half/transformations, others skinned them alive, or blasted them apart. Cornelius couldn't look away, and was unable to close his eyes, oh how he just wanted to wake up! Then the last figure appeared with another pop. Taller than the others he strode forward, dressed in black robes with dark marks on both sleeves. His hood was back far enough for his chalk white skin, red slited eyes and snakish face to show.

"My lord, fourteen in all, only one is dead." Said a death eater as he hurried up to kneel before he master.

"Kill the children, these others we can have some fun with." Said the hissing voice, then silence, no more screams, then six voices crying out.

"Avada Kedavra!" Six thuds, then a series of pops, and silence, the dream vanished, Cornelius woke, sweat and shaking with fear, whimper to himself, never in his life had he been so terrified.

Thousands of miles away a man named Heron Rah Xa'hazik sat in his study, calmly writing a book, with a careless wave of his hand the image in a mirror across the room, an image of the terrified minister of magic shaking in his white nightgown, vanished.

"Very well then Cornelius, you are just as soft and weak as I thought you were. And this is a game where only the strong survive." His voice was as cold as a mid winter blizzard.

** "So then, Ginny, would you like to enter the training?" Harry said, sitting back in his chair. He was at the Weasley's, having just finished explaining that Ginny was a water witch, and that he was a Grandmaster war mage, and wanted to train her along with the others. The family was in shock, Ron's mouth hanging half open, Fred and George for once were wordless, it was Ginny who recovered herself first.

"Of course!" She said quickly, her mother turned to her.

"Are you sure Ginny? He said it would be very difficult, and you'll get injured." She trailed off at her daughters' firm nod.

"Wow Gin, that's great, sounds like fun," George began. "We hope you enjoy it," Fred continued. "Go kick some death eater ass for us!" In unison.

"Fred! George! She's not going to be fighting unless nessecary for years yet! Really!" Mrs. Weasely snapped furiously at her twins, who both shut up.

"Well Gin, if that's what you want, though I suppose it is actually a necessity that you train so you don't kill yourself for someone else. When will she be leaving?" Mr. Weasely asked Harry.

"The day after tomorrow, I'll come and get her at noon." He supplied, looking to Ron for his comment.

"Well, that's great, hope you have fun, shouldn't be a problem eh? Bet you'll like it." Ron couldn't seem to find anything else to think of, Harry reached out, and felt great jealousy flowing form Ron, for both Harry and Ginny, Harry gave no outward movement or shift of emotion, but inside he was worried, Ron was already jealous enough.

They talked for a while longer until Harry left, explaining that he had three other students still to visit, tow of which were Slytherins whom he'd save until last, hoping that their families wouldn't just curse him on the spot. It had gone surprisingly well, all the elementals had agreed, Harry chided himself, of course they had, it was basically impossible for them to not want to be trained with their power. Still that hadn't prevented his horrible case of nerves that morning.

*Okay, by the day after tomorrow the valley will have nine new residents, should be fun.* He thought as he apparated back, relived that the meetings had gone well. He had told the families who he was, but all of them were enchanted so that they would be unable to tell anyone no matter what, he didn't want anyone finding out about him and the war mages, yet.





Okay kind of slow boring chapter, sorry about that. I know, I know, I didn't explain Harry's plan, well not really. Just wait, all will be revealed. Will post next chapter as soon as possible, please review!

This story will end after about 2 more chapters. Then I'll start the sixth year.