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Chapter 3
"What is the next target, my Lord?" Said the cloaked and masked figure, kneeling before
a throne. "Patience Lucius, we must gather our forces while whittling at their own. Soon we will
have enough power to attack the fool Dumbledore at his own base of Hogwarts." Lucius Malfoy
stood up and bowed saying, "Of course my lord." with that he dissapperated, leaving Voldemort
staring into the flames of a blazing inferno that was once a bustling village.
Harry was halfway through his roast beef when he felt his scar burning. At almost the
same instant, Dumbledore sent him a telepathic message. Harry acknowledged and ran to the
Order Corridor.
Sirius was waiting with a portkey to the area. "Quick Harry! We don't have much time!"
Grbbing Sirius' hand, Harry felt more than just the familiar tug behind his navel signaling the
activation of the portkey. He also felt a strange sense of foreboding on his first official duty as
Lord Phoenix.
When they arrived, Harry immediately saw that the village was a total loss. Every structure was
burning to the ground. He was already shouting orders to try and find survivors when
Dumbledore apparated behind him. "I am truly sorry Harry, I know this was your first mission.
There was nothing you could do. Now all you can do is help survivors and oversee re depositing
somewhere for the muggle rescue teams to find." Harry nodded, resolutely. "Sonorus...
Everyone! If you are currently attempting to stave off the infernos, I commend you, however, the
first order of business is to save as many lives as we can. All healers must return the Hogwarts
with the first group of survivors as soon as they can be moved. Also, anyone who can help search
and rescue in an animal form, do it now! I am leaving Professor Dumbledore and Sirius in
command. Come on people we gotta move!" Harry went to help transport the injured back to
Hogwarts.
"Quick! I need a healer over here!" Harry shouted as a small girl of about nine years old
began coughing up blood. Harry had done his best to bandage her external wounds but could do
nothing for the internal hemorrhaging. As Madame Pomfrey came over already performing an
internal scan with her wand she screamed. "Dear gods! How did she live this long?!" Performing
the internal image spell, Harry could see what had made the nurse scream. While attending to the
injuries, Madame Pomfrey collapsed in a faint as the girls eyes began to hemorrhage. Harry was
pushed to the back as several medical wizards rushed forward to help both of the patients. Harry
could see however, that the effort was a futile one. Cleaning his robes and body of the blood and
other fluids, he left the hall with the walk of one who had just seen what war does to those who
have no defense. He clenched his fists as he reached his chambers, a silent rage in his eyes.
Professor Dumbledore and Sirius watched via a charm. "Sirius, I don't know what to do.
Harry is building a wall in his mind, trapping his emotions. If he continues, his powers could
overflow and take control of him. That could destroy Voldemort, and him." The two Wizards
watched as the Lord Phoenix prepared a counter attack.
Voldemort sat on his throne, watching the prisoners battle for survival against the
siblings, friends, and in one case, parents.
Harry was having a tough time in divination as usual. Prof. Trelawny had predicted his
death for the third time that day! Staring into the fire, he saw a wave of dementors, hurtling
toward a city somewhere in America. He saw the hit wizards and aurors blasting Patronus after
Patronus, but to no avail. Harry was forced to watch Voldemort appeared and slowly
disintigrated every one of the would be heroes. Harry knew their screams would haunt him for
some time to come.
As Harry awoke in the hospital wing, he found numerous order agents standing guard.
"Awake at last Harry. Judging by the fact that your scar caught on fire, literally, I suspect you
were seeing something Voldemort was doing?" Harry nodded dumbly before saying, "Professor,
how soon can the order get to the Salem Wizards Academy?"
Once again sorry for the short chapter. Next time, the first battle, and quidditch!
Chapter 3
"What is the next target, my Lord?" Said the cloaked and masked figure, kneeling before
a throne. "Patience Lucius, we must gather our forces while whittling at their own. Soon we will
have enough power to attack the fool Dumbledore at his own base of Hogwarts." Lucius Malfoy
stood up and bowed saying, "Of course my lord." with that he dissapperated, leaving Voldemort
staring into the flames of a blazing inferno that was once a bustling village.
Harry was halfway through his roast beef when he felt his scar burning. At almost the
same instant, Dumbledore sent him a telepathic message. Harry acknowledged and ran to the
Order Corridor.
Sirius was waiting with a portkey to the area. "Quick Harry! We don't have much time!"
Grbbing Sirius' hand, Harry felt more than just the familiar tug behind his navel signaling the
activation of the portkey. He also felt a strange sense of foreboding on his first official duty as
Lord Phoenix.
When they arrived, Harry immediately saw that the village was a total loss. Every structure was
burning to the ground. He was already shouting orders to try and find survivors when
Dumbledore apparated behind him. "I am truly sorry Harry, I know this was your first mission.
There was nothing you could do. Now all you can do is help survivors and oversee re depositing
somewhere for the muggle rescue teams to find." Harry nodded, resolutely. "Sonorus...
Everyone! If you are currently attempting to stave off the infernos, I commend you, however, the
first order of business is to save as many lives as we can. All healers must return the Hogwarts
with the first group of survivors as soon as they can be moved. Also, anyone who can help search
and rescue in an animal form, do it now! I am leaving Professor Dumbledore and Sirius in
command. Come on people we gotta move!" Harry went to help transport the injured back to
Hogwarts.
"Quick! I need a healer over here!" Harry shouted as a small girl of about nine years old
began coughing up blood. Harry had done his best to bandage her external wounds but could do
nothing for the internal hemorrhaging. As Madame Pomfrey came over already performing an
internal scan with her wand she screamed. "Dear gods! How did she live this long?!" Performing
the internal image spell, Harry could see what had made the nurse scream. While attending to the
injuries, Madame Pomfrey collapsed in a faint as the girls eyes began to hemorrhage. Harry was
pushed to the back as several medical wizards rushed forward to help both of the patients. Harry
could see however, that the effort was a futile one. Cleaning his robes and body of the blood and
other fluids, he left the hall with the walk of one who had just seen what war does to those who
have no defense. He clenched his fists as he reached his chambers, a silent rage in his eyes.
Professor Dumbledore and Sirius watched via a charm. "Sirius, I don't know what to do.
Harry is building a wall in his mind, trapping his emotions. If he continues, his powers could
overflow and take control of him. That could destroy Voldemort, and him." The two Wizards
watched as the Lord Phoenix prepared a counter attack.
Voldemort sat on his throne, watching the prisoners battle for survival against the
siblings, friends, and in one case, parents.
Harry was having a tough time in divination as usual. Prof. Trelawny had predicted his
death for the third time that day! Staring into the fire, he saw a wave of dementors, hurtling
toward a city somewhere in America. He saw the hit wizards and aurors blasting Patronus after
Patronus, but to no avail. Harry was forced to watch Voldemort appeared and slowly
disintigrated every one of the would be heroes. Harry knew their screams would haunt him for
some time to come.
As Harry awoke in the hospital wing, he found numerous order agents standing guard.
"Awake at last Harry. Judging by the fact that your scar caught on fire, literally, I suspect you
were seeing something Voldemort was doing?" Harry nodded dumbly before saying, "Professor,
how soon can the order get to the Salem Wizards Academy?"
Once again sorry for the short chapter. Next time, the first battle, and quidditch!