Part Eight:
The time for waiting had passed; it was now time for action. The Order of the Phoenix sat around a large table. All wore serious expressions; all knew the gravity of the situation. This want not a time for fun and games. 'The boy who lived' had returned, they now had a shot to rid the world of the dark lord once and for all.
Harry got to his feet. All eyes turned to him.
"We have a duty." He began, "our duty is to stop the dark Lord Voldemort. We did not ask for this task, we were chosen. Our paths have been written in the stars and there is nothing we can do about it, except accept it. We have all suffered much at the hands of this demon. And now it is time to make him pay. He will pay for every drop of blood he shed." He glanced at the Weasley's thinking about their brother Ron. "For every childhood snatched away." Sev's life had been all but ruined by being forced into the dark lords service at a horrendously young age. "For every tear shed." There had been many tears the day that the surrogate father to so many of them, Albus Dumbledore, had died. "For every heart broken." He thought particularly about Si and Remus, both of whom were only just managing to put their lives back together. "And finally for every child who is still to come. They cannot be allowed to grow up with this shadow over them as we have done. They will know freedom." Harry's speech had taken its tole on the Order. It had spoke to each of them deeply, they more than anyone knew of the things that Harry spoke of. They were the ones that he had hurt most; it was only fitting that they would be the ones that stopped him, made him pay.
"We will make him pay." They intoned solemnly.
"As you all aware I have retuned because I can not do this alone. The only way we can defeat the darkness is for us all to work together. We are stronger together. Our strength in unity is something that Voldemort does not have. His followers are loyal due to fear this makes them weak." Harry took a deep breath. "Here ia what we will do."
Harry outlined his plans. They would strike the next day. The time for action was now. The death eaters were frightened and weak due to Lightning's actions. Voldemort had lost some his most valuable followers and he would be at his most vulnerable now. The Order would storm the Death Eater mansion, killing anyone that stood in his or her way. Once inside the main chamber Harry would take on Voldemort himself while the others made sure that no one else interfered. It was a fairly simple plan, but the simple ones are nearly always the best. It would be highly dangerous but the prospect of a world where Voldemort ruled made it well worth the risk.
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Harry sat in a corner his knees pulled up to his chest. He had relayed his plans to the order as if he was supremely confident in his actions. That he knew what was best and that he was always right. He did this because it was what he had to do, if he didn't do it nobody else would. But on the inside he was prettified. He was only 18; he was only just out of childhood. It was a horrendous responsibility for one so young. But he was Harry Potter, 'the boy who lived' it was his duty. And he would do it or die trying. But the young man in him, the part that had nothing to do with being a saviour was desperately afraid. He didn't want to die. He should still have his entire life in front of his but there was a madman on the loose trying to put a stop to all that.
"It's not fair." He whispered, tears on his cheeks. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"I know." Sev whispered. "This was to much to ask of you. But there is nothing we can do about it. Do will do your duty because that is all you can do. I can not promise that you will win but what I can promise is that you will not be alone." Harry looked up teary eyes.
"Thanks" he whispered.
The time for waiting had passed; it was now time for action. The Order of the Phoenix sat around a large table. All wore serious expressions; all knew the gravity of the situation. This want not a time for fun and games. 'The boy who lived' had returned, they now had a shot to rid the world of the dark lord once and for all.
Harry got to his feet. All eyes turned to him.
"We have a duty." He began, "our duty is to stop the dark Lord Voldemort. We did not ask for this task, we were chosen. Our paths have been written in the stars and there is nothing we can do about it, except accept it. We have all suffered much at the hands of this demon. And now it is time to make him pay. He will pay for every drop of blood he shed." He glanced at the Weasley's thinking about their brother Ron. "For every childhood snatched away." Sev's life had been all but ruined by being forced into the dark lords service at a horrendously young age. "For every tear shed." There had been many tears the day that the surrogate father to so many of them, Albus Dumbledore, had died. "For every heart broken." He thought particularly about Si and Remus, both of whom were only just managing to put their lives back together. "And finally for every child who is still to come. They cannot be allowed to grow up with this shadow over them as we have done. They will know freedom." Harry's speech had taken its tole on the Order. It had spoke to each of them deeply, they more than anyone knew of the things that Harry spoke of. They were the ones that he had hurt most; it was only fitting that they would be the ones that stopped him, made him pay.
"We will make him pay." They intoned solemnly.
"As you all aware I have retuned because I can not do this alone. The only way we can defeat the darkness is for us all to work together. We are stronger together. Our strength in unity is something that Voldemort does not have. His followers are loyal due to fear this makes them weak." Harry took a deep breath. "Here ia what we will do."
Harry outlined his plans. They would strike the next day. The time for action was now. The death eaters were frightened and weak due to Lightning's actions. Voldemort had lost some his most valuable followers and he would be at his most vulnerable now. The Order would storm the Death Eater mansion, killing anyone that stood in his or her way. Once inside the main chamber Harry would take on Voldemort himself while the others made sure that no one else interfered. It was a fairly simple plan, but the simple ones are nearly always the best. It would be highly dangerous but the prospect of a world where Voldemort ruled made it well worth the risk.
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Harry sat in a corner his knees pulled up to his chest. He had relayed his plans to the order as if he was supremely confident in his actions. That he knew what was best and that he was always right. He did this because it was what he had to do, if he didn't do it nobody else would. But on the inside he was prettified. He was only 18; he was only just out of childhood. It was a horrendous responsibility for one so young. But he was Harry Potter, 'the boy who lived' it was his duty. And he would do it or die trying. But the young man in him, the part that had nothing to do with being a saviour was desperately afraid. He didn't want to die. He should still have his entire life in front of his but there was a madman on the loose trying to put a stop to all that.
"It's not fair." He whispered, tears on his cheeks. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"I know." Sev whispered. "This was to much to ask of you. But there is nothing we can do about it. Do will do your duty because that is all you can do. I can not promise that you will win but what I can promise is that you will not be alone." Harry looked up teary eyes.
"Thanks" he whispered.