The Hero Hidden Beneath A Traitor's Clothing
Summary: Voldemort is at the height of his power once more, terrorizing both the Muggle and Wizarding World's he is considered unstoppable and ruthless. There is only one person left who can truly defeat him, a boy that the world has set on a pedestal. In his seventh year the boy is now a man and single handedly taking on the dark forces but are the people truly grateful to this mysterious warrior, or will he have to depend on another girl several years younger than him and a complete stranger to believe in him.
Rated: R (for adult content and some violence)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the talented Ms. Rowling does, and the WB has some rights to the series. I just write for the hell of it all, so don't sue. I don't have anything worth taking me to court over.
-Chapter One- War
War- an armed conflict between nations, tribes or other groups or an instance of this || a concerted effort to put down, reduce or exterminate || a state of hostility without resort to arms.
The dictionary definition of war, which he had looked up, was nothing like the sight before his very eyes. Indeed war was a very gruesome and depressing topic. Nothing as clean as how the textbooks depicted the great wars in the past. It was nothing like what Professor Binns described it as.
War was when the air was so clotted with smoke it stung your eyes and lungs making it almost impossible to see and breath. It was when dead, injured, disembodied, and dying bodies were strewn around the battlefield before you. When the screams of people in agony and pain imprinted themselves in your memory along with the faces of the ones you've killed or tried to save only to have them die in your arms. Both innocent and tainted blood seeped into the already moist soil left from the rain.
His body and swords covered with grime, sweat, and most of all many strangers' blood. The building in front of him once a magnificent castle filled with glorious French architecture was now reduced to a pile of rubble with many lives trapped inside still, waiting for someone to help them or already dead from either being crushed or suffocated by the lack of air.
It seemed the Dark Lord's army had struck again. They were slowly taking down major centers, such as schools, ministries, companies, and even important individuals. The only place that hadn't been touched yet was Hogwarts. Many would say that it was because of Albus Dumbledore that Voldemort didn't dare strike the school, but alas that was not the case. While slaughtering the innocent and taking down legions of Aurors the Dark Lord was not afraid of much, except a mysterious man named Smoke that was rumored to be staying at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The man had no face. Completely shrouded in black he walked with an air of confidence, taking down anyone who stood in his way in a matter of seconds. He was a black blur, a rumble of thunder that sneaks up on you, and a strike of lightening that hits you full force. He appeared and disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke when needed or when departing.
Here this man stood in the middle of a battlefield that used to be the front lawn on Beaxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France. Two gleaming Japanese Katanas in his gloved hands. Clothed completely in thin, tight black dragon hide leather with several weapons on his body and belt along with a few hidden in his lace up boots. His face hidden by a shadow spell and his hair covered by a black cloth tied over his head into a sort of pony tail at the back and covering half of his forehead.
He wouldn't be recognized from a mile away or a millimeter away by someone that knew him. The only suggestions that gave away the fact that the figure was a man were the fact that his voice was deeper and mature, he stood at the height of 6'3, and his light but very well toned body was clearly a male's.
Looking about with sorrowful eyes at all the destruction he gritted his teeth and clenched his hands around the hilts of his swords he held back an angry scream. It was times like these that he wished he never got the idea of becoming a Ninja Mage into his head. After Voldemort's second rise it was all he could do. While the outside world depended on him to save all of them and maybe even sacrifice himself the people closer to him kept a closer eye on him then Minister Fudge's personal bodyguards did to him.
Everyone treaded on eggshells around him after the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament and treated him like a child. Well no more. He told himself at the time, it was partially his fault that the Dark Lord had risen so it would be he who would defeat him since nobody else could. And if the Aurors and Dumbledore's elite unit, called the Order of the Phoenix couldn't do anything productive then he would have to take matters into his own hands. And so he did.
During the summer after his fourth year he had taken part in combat lessons, gymnastics, and swimming, and dance at the same time. Threatening the Dursley's that if they didn't leave him be he'd most likely hex them without regards to getting expelled because at that point he simply didn't care. He'd still find a way to defeat Voldemort. It was no wonder the sorting hat wanted to place him in Slytherin; he was ambitious, if he wanted something done then it would be done. And he had become great, raised above the others in secret. If only they knew what he was now.
After returning to Hogwarts for his fifth year he became an even more permanent part of the library than Hermione ever had, as well as the gym which Hogwarts hosted on the sixth floor of the east wing and the lake where he swam regularly. After a while he started neglecting his friends, there simply weren't enough hours in the day but he made as much time as possible between Quittich, homework, classes, training, Perfect duties, inventing quite a few things for his purpose, and spying on both The Order of the Phoenix and Voldemort and his Death Eaters. It was a long list, it truly was but he managed to pull it off for two years now.
A part of him wanted to be a regular kid again who hung out with his friends and played Quittich with them, studied for his exams while groaning and moaning from boredom and then giving up to play a game of chess instead. But that part of him was gone, forever. Harry Potter had changed in everyone's eyes especially his own. His friends were becoming suspicious of him, Hermione the most out of all of them. The girl just couldn't keep her nose out of someone else's business, particularly when something is dangerous.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts when a predominantly loud scream reached his ears he squeezed his eyes hut for a moment before opening them and running off to the site of all the rubble. He had killed enough Death Eaters today, and the Aurors could handle the rest and even wait for him but the innocents still trapped in the collapsed building couldn't.
He had gone out on a limb today, upon getting a premonition of the attack the other night he prepared for the battle. Luckily it was a Saturday and he couldn't be missed in classes nor would he have to miss any on Monday if he got injured. But the beginning of the school year always needed a lot of work to be done, mainly since he was the Quittich Captain and Headboy this year. Sirius had said he followed after his father when he found out but the honor of such titles was also a burden to be carried with the rest of his baggage.
The stones the building was previously constructed of were heavy and large, there were way to many to remove by hand or simple levitating charms. Crawling through little passage was not an option without risking everything coming down on you. But he still had an idea. Even though the magic that he was about to use was classified as dark, he didn't believe that.
Magic, was neither light or dark in his opinion, it depended on how you put it to use and even then there were only shades of gray. There was no black and white in the world, no good and evil, just power. Like Voldemort had once told him in his first year, and it was later on in during his fifth year that he realized it was true.
Raising his hands towards the hills and masses of stone he channeled a large amount of power out, turning and crushing the stones and other materials such as glass and personal belongings into a finely powdered sand, with another sweep and swivel he had it all rise into the air above before banishing it towards the battlefield where people were still fighting. That would slow them down enough for more Aurors to arrive, and unfortunately Death Eaters as well. It was a pity Voldemort wasn't there, he would have ground him into the dirt and sent him straight to the depths of hell, or die trying.
Once the sediment had been lifter only bodies were left. Hundreds of bodies. Bodies of children, teachers, house elves, people's familiars. The sight of it all was gruesome. He was to late because they were all crushed, dead, suffocated, you name what else. He went through each one looking for a pulse and as he reached the last few bodies he had almost lost hope that someone amongst them could be saved. They were all lifeless corpses, all taunting him with the knowledge that he didn't get there earlier, that he failed them.
His breathe caught when he recognized two of them. Two sisters, one older than the other and both lying close by. Silver blonde hair was stained with blood and smooth ivory skin was covered in scratches and dirt. The Delacour sisters' lay motionless. With a shaking hand he reached out to find the pulse on Fluer's neck, there was none and he silently cursed the god's for letting such a fate befall these people. No matter what other people thought Harry knew that Fluer was never prude and vain. She simply got tired of being treated like a mere pretty face. But now nobody would know the truth because she was gone and that was the harsh reality of things.
Closing his eyes and praying to whatever deity listening he pressed his bare fingertips against the younger girls neck. If he could not save Fluer he would try and save her sister for her. He remembered the first time he did, when he pulled Gabrielle out of the lake. Fluer had been so happy she had actually stopped treating him like a little boy and gave him the respect not many received from her.
Fearing that she was gone he was surprised when he felt a soft thump against his fingertips. Harry nearly cried out with relief. It seemed someone from above had answered his prayers and he let a warm, salty tear slide down his cheek. The first tear in over two years.
He breathed in shakily and fell to his knees picking up Gabrielle in his arm and placing her on a soft patch of grass. The girl was alive, but not for long if he didn't get the dust out of her lungs so she could breath. Her heartbeat was faint and getting slower and he had to act fast before she slipped through his fingers. Whipping out his wand and whispering a medical spell he read about to cleanse the lungs of a choking victim he opened her mouth and breathed into it trying to get her breathing pattern started.
He squeezed her hand in relief as she laid sputtering and coughing, inhaling sharply and then laying still on her back groaning, probably from a concussion. This would be the second time he saved young Gabrielle Delacour; it's just too bad he couldn't save her sister as well. "Fluer?" she cried weakly, calling for her older sister and trying to sit up, but Harry didn't let her. He pushed her back down on the ground just in case she was badly injured.
"Shhh." He whispered to her lightly. "Lay still we need to portkey you out of here."
"No! What about Fluer?" she asked panicked, her eyes wildly looking about for the other girl. Harry tried to keep her from seeing her but it didn't work. The girl quickly spotted the other blonde and cried out. "Fluer!" Trying to get up she didn't succeed because he just held her down firmly. At one point she even tried hitting him with her fists only to have him restrain her.
"Gabrielle please calm yourself, you're lucky I got you out alive, you were the only survivor it seemed. I'm sorry about your sister, I couldn't do anything you must understand."
Crying loudly she hiccupped and gasped trying to talk. "How do you know who I am?" she asked in surprisingly good English with just a hint of a French accent in it.
"I'm an old friend, I believe we went for a swim together once." He answered and picked her up in his arms letting her ring her pale, thin arms around his neck.
"Do me a favor Gabby, look in my shirt and find the pendant on my necklace, take it firmly in one of your hands and say Transportis Point H." He instructed her and she complied reaching a hand into his dragon hide armor and underneath his shirt to grasp the chain he was wearing and finding a lightening bolt shaped onyx pendant.
The pendant was one of his own inventions. It was a mode of transportation called teleportation. Essentially you could not teleport to anywhere you wanted to but only to the spots you marked with a certain spell and drawn the symbol that the pendant was shaped as on that spot and afterwards naming the location to which you can then recite for a speedy leave. Best of all that kind of transportation could not be detected like apparition nor stopped by anti-apparition wards.
Still curious to the stranger's identity Gabrielle did what she was told between sobs. After saying the proffered incantation she grabbed onto him feeling a slight jerking sensation all of a sudden and screwed her eyes shut at the unfamiliar rush in her body.
'Point H' was actually named for Hogwarts Hospital Wing and in a split of a second a tall man dressed completely in black stood in the Hospital ward of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with a teenaged girl curled up in his arms.
Frankly Harry had never seen Poppy Pomfrey run as fast as she did when he lay the girl onto one of the spare beds and plopped himself wearily into a chair.
"She was the only survivor amongst the Beauxbatons rubble, I tried to get there earlier but by the time I did only she was left." He explained in a weary and drawn out voice making it seem deeper than it was.
Although the mysterious man unnerved her and shocked her when he popped up out of thin air the medi-witch quickly set to work checking the girl over. She had no idea how he apparated in, it wasn't supposed to be possible but there he was. "May I ask what her name is please and yours as well." She inquired of him.
"Her name's Gabrielle Delacour she's about thirteen I think. You can call me Smoke though I think that's enough."
"Fourteen." Gabrielle corrected.
"Alright then its fourteen." He repeated chuckling slightly. She seemed so much younger the last time he saw her. Well then when he was in his fourth year she must have been in her first even if she looked about ten at the time. He wasn't very different at that age either he used to look much younger.
Nodding she continued looking over Gabrielle who reached her hand out and took one of his that just happened to be hanging loosely by his side. Giving her an encouraging yet sympathetic smile he gave her smaller hand a gentle squeeze when he realized she couldn't see him smile because of the shadow spell. Just about to ask him out Madame Pomfrey noticed the joined hands and decided to let him be before going to work fixing a few broken and cracked ribs as well as a few other broken bones and scratches.
"She should get her rest now, I'll be giving her a sleeping potion and perhaps I should check you for any injuries as well." She suggested walking away to look for a Dreamless Sleep potion. He was just about to protest on the check up when he realized that the medi-witch could be stubborn when she wanted to and if it meant making sure someone is healthy the woman went all out. But as soon as she saw even a patch of his skin she'd recognize him.
On the other hand if he ever became injured he would need a medic whom he trusted to treat him properly. Perhaps she'd be the first he spilled his secret to.
"Don't go!" Gabrielle's raspy voice called out to him as got up from his chair. "Please, at least stay until I fall asleep." She pleaded.
"Okay I'll stay." He answered her softly.
Relieved that he would stay with her she reached out toward him and gripped his hand. "Will you be here when I wake up?" Her fear of being left along rose steadily now that she had no one left. Ever since the war against Voldemort's army had started her relatives had fallen one by one and her sister was her last living relative. Now that Fluer was gone she felt close to this mysterious man and strangely relaxed with his presence as if she already knew him from somewhere.
The desperate look on the blonde's face did not help to make matters better. He had rescued her, but now that he had he couldn't simply leave her behind. But there were things to be taken care of and another weight was settled on his shoulders. He would protect her, no matter what. He owed it to Fluer, for getting there to late.
"I might not be here when you awake," he spoke the truth and her face fell. "But," he continued and took off one of his gloves. Underneath it gleaming on his right ring finger was a platinum ring with an onyx lightening bolt symbol imbedded into the precious metal. The ring was quite special to him, it was a family heirloom on the Potter side of the family and each time it was passed down to a blood relative it would take their symbol. Just like his magical signature and symbol was a lightening bolt the ring depicted it as well. He had found it in his Gringotts vault one day and was surprised to find hundreds of ancient protection spells on it, probably more than Hogwarts itself held courtesy of each of it's previous owners of course.
Placing the ring on her right middle finger, it fit snuggly since the ring adjusted itself to fit on any sized finger, he held up her hand to display the ring to her. Since she was not a blood relative of his family the lightening bolt did not change and the protection spells remained, plus one, which he had added quickly.
"I want you to keep this for me. I'll hop in to check up on it so don't expect me to desert you anytime to soon." He said teasingly and patted her hand rather awkwardly oblivious as to how he was supposed to go about treating her.
"I'll take good care of it. But you still haven't told me who my hero is."
"Like I said before," he said. "We once had a swim at the bottom of a lake." Getting up for a minute he stretched his tall form. Gabrielle could see each of his muscles contracting and stretching then relaxing a bit. The blonde's skin flushed a bit, her savior obviously had a great body. A body you would only see on male models.
"I'll go see what's taking Madame Pomfrey so long." Briskly exiting the curtained area he peered his head around the corner of the main ward to see the answer to his question. There by the medicines counter and cabinets stood Professor Dumbledore, alighted with a deep and curious expression. The medi-witch was no doubt telling the old man about him and how he'd brought Gabrielle in.
Noticing the black clad figure standing between the doorway o the entrance to the hospital wing and the main ward the aged wizard smiled slightly, his light blue eyes twinkling in their merry way while the whole time his frail body seemed to carry the weight of the world. //What weight?!\\ Harry almost snorted to himself. //He's barely leading the Order of the Phoenix anywhere besides their main meeting room in the north tower.\\
"Ah I see I finally get to meet the legendary Smoke the newspapers and countless others have been speaking of."
"I believe that if the public spent more time preparing and taking action against Voldemort's dark army rather than spreading rumors about someone who's decided to actually step up and fight then the war would be long over. Hell it may have never begun in the first place."
He answered surprising two of the members of the Hogwarts staff. He had no doubt shocked them with his usage of the Dark Lord's name as well, now even more people than before had started calling the monster You-Know-Who. Frankly Harry believed the bastard didn't deserve that much attention, and in a lot of ways respect. By not saying his name people are respecting him with their fear of him, unwittingly maybe but still done.
"Yes well the world needs something to believe in don't they, and who better than a warrior just like out of children's comic books." Was the man seriously mocking him? Over the years Dumbledore had become more suspicious of people through experience and did he have a lot of it! The Headmaster was more gullible than a newborn puppy or a toddler.
"The last time I checked there weren't any comic book characters named Smoke who stood against Voldie and his Death Eaters. Of course they may have added one by now, I really wouldn't know." Turning away from the Professor signaling it as the end of their brief conversation he addressed the medi-witch.
"I didn't mean to trouble you Madame but I was wondering if you had that sleeping potion for Gabrielle ready."
Astonished from the sudden change in his behavior, from being a sarcastic ass towards Dumbledore and a polite young man towards her she shook her head. "No we ran out and I sent a message to our Potions Master to brew one. It should be ready for Ms. Delacour in about ten more minutes. I might as well check you out for any damage."
Eyeing the Headmaster for a second he responded negatively. "No thank you I am quite alright I'll just go say farewell to Gabby and I'll be leaving." Poppy Pomfrey wasn't about to protest no matter how much she wanted. The man may be on the light side but he was considered dangerous and the Ministry of Magic was not only wary of him but was after his head claiming he was playing a rouse to get on their good side before striking them where it hurt the most.
The public believed in him however and so did she. Just by bringing the girl and staying with her showed that this stranger had a good heart. There was something strangely familiar though, she knew she recognized his physic from somewhere. There were very few men with body like his but it was hard to place. Could he have been a former Hogwarts student? Perhaps she'd have a chat with Albus about that one, but judging by the way the stranger avoided the old man maybe it wouldn't be such a great idea. For now Poppy would do her job and keep her theories to herself.
"Yes well.Smoke," the Headmaster awkwardly butted into the conversation. "I might know something that you would be interested. Perhaps I could have a moment of your time?"
Sighing he nodded briefly. "After I talk to Gabrielle." //This is going to be such a long day and I think I know what he wants.\\
Back in the main ward he re entered the curtained off area where Gabrielle was staying only to find that the girl fell fast asleep from all the exhaustion, and he didn't blame her one bit because he felt like a boulder about to drop to the bottom of a lake as well. Going to her beside table he picked up a quill and dipped it into some ink before scrawling a quick little message. Before leaving he transfigured two long stem roses, one white and the other red, placing them in a vase full of water he pressed his lips to her forehead clumsily. //So this is how it feels to have a younger sibling to take care of.\\ he marveled. Although he did not know her well and had only talked to her twice Harry already felt she was like family, family he would look after.
Outside back in the entrance of the ward the Headmaster was still waiting for him but this time with a new addition, several actually. Not only was Professor Snape with him, whom had delivered the Sleeping Draught just in time, but so was Professor Mcgonagal. And he nearly had a heart failure when he saw the two others, Mad-eye Moody and Remus Lupin who were standing talking to Dumbledore would recognize him right away. Moody would see through his shadow spell with his magic eye and Remus would be able to identify his scent on first sniff as Harry Potter.
He then discovered that Albus Dumbledore could have been a worthy candidate for a Slytherin, the sneaky old man wanted to expose him and just like Hermione he had to stick his nose into matters far beyond his reach.
His footsteps were silent and Remus was the first to notice him walk in. He probably smelled his former pupil Harry Potter from over his direction and turned to greet him. Seeing him confused the lyncanthrope some as he discreetly searched for his best friend's son. Taking a few more wifts of the air the scent that greeted his nose came directly from Smoke and immediately his eyes bugged out and throat constricted.
Shaking his head slightly and putting his finger up to his lips he indicated for Lupin to keep quiet. The sputtering noises Remus was making alerted everyone to his presence and the next to recognize him was Mad-eye. To say the least the retired Auror had been surprised but wisely stayed silent and unwavering. //Smart man.\\ Harry thought and smiled wryly sure that the older man would see it. //I bet he's proud. I've been using his 'CONSTANT VIGILANCE' advice for a long time.\\
Chuckling lightly he examined the others. Of course like everyone else Severus Snape regarded him coolly and gave him his most intimidating glare. //Oh very scary Snapey.\\ he thought sarcastically nearly laughing.
The Deputy Headmistress had a stern look on her face as well. Her lips were tightly pressed together, so tight Harry was afraid they'd disappear altogether on of these days. She looked over him quickly, taking in his blood soaked tight dragon hide leather and the many weapons he wore. //Yes Professor there are actually other methods of fighting, contrary to popular belief.\\
In his opinion muggle weapons were much more efficient than wands. You can't heal the injuries made by muggle weapons easily. Neither can a wand be so precise and unexpected as a muggle weapon. It was to bad the magical community didn't understand how useful guns, swords, and bombs could be. They could cause more destruction in a matter of seconds than Voldemort did in both his reigns of power, and that was saying something.
"I didn't expect you to gather a whole council while I was making my farewell Headmaster. What is this? Some conspiracy to turn me into the Ministry? Smooth move if it is." He chuckled uncaring about the whole situation. Both Remus and Moody were rather shocked at his behavior. They probably expected him to stay the skinny little boy with messy black hair and round rimmed black glasses. Well to bad for them, he wasn't going to stay a child forever.
"Not to worry Mr. Smoke, we have just gathered for a rather important meeting that may concern you." Mcgonagal informed him calmly betraying her sharp look.
"Smoke," he countered. "Just Smoke if you'd please." He was rather fond of the nickname people gave him about a year ago. It symbolized his personality, like a cloud of smoke it could be deadly or it could be helpful at times.
She understood and he followed the group to the third floor of the castle where the Headmaster's office was located behind a stone gargoyle. The whole time Remus had trailed behind walking at his pace and giving him nervous glances.
Leaning over to whisper in his ear Lupin softly spoke. "Snuffles is going to kill you when he finds out how much danger you are putting yourself into." He admonished Harry as if he was a three year old and received a much harsher reply.
"Yeah well I don't see anyone else doing anything, I'm not going to wait around for someone to come and save us all. And it seems to me I'm doing a damn good job of it better than the crummy Ministry and your silly little Order of the Phoenix. And if you want to talk about who's going to kill whom Remus I suggest you murder Sirius when you next see him. Did you know he was sent out to the Beaxbatons battle? Yeah and apparently both the Aurors and the Death Eaters almost killed him. I suggest you keep him on a leash next time because I can't keep an eye on his arse and Voldemort's all the time."
Paling the werewolf said in a hushed tone. "You're right about me killing him, where is he now?" he was worried now. Worried for his best friend, for his mate, for one of the only people in the world he had left.
"Not to worry I brought him to your hide out a while before I brought Gabby to the Hospital wing. Unfortunately I also had to drug him because he wouldn't stay put even with half of him broken." He grimaced at the thought. His godfather was not in good condition when he found him and healing him was no simple matter. It took a good deal of time and effort especially when the man wouldn't even trust him.
"You didn't drug him with anything lethal?" Even though he already knew the answer to his question Remus still needed reassurance that his friend was all right.
"Nah, just a sleeping potion that won't wear off for about another five hours, by then you'll be there to stop him from doing something stupid, of course he'll also be more sore than a pin cushion but he'll survive."
Frowning almost alarmingly he poked at him with another question. "Wait a minute, how did you even know where our hideout is? Not to mention how you know what the Order of the Phoenix is?"
"You will find dear Remus that I know quite a lot. After all walls have eyes and ears just like everyone else does." He said letting the other man hang on theoretical strings for a minute.
Looking at him strangely they were almost there when Remus got in the last word trying to change the subject to something more cheerful. "Gabby, is it? Hmm.very interesting." He teased.
"What's interesting?" he asked almost violently and scowled aware that the other man couldn't see his face.
But they were already there and heading up the stairs to the Headmasters office. One more time Harry repeated his question clearly agitated before entering. Remus seemed to think something was amusing.
Of course Dumbledore had most likely noticed their friendly dialogue even if he couldn't here it. Harry guessed the lyncanthrope would be heavily questioned about it later on. //Poor Remus, I hope Snape won't go as far as slip him Veritaserum in his pumpkin juice.\\
"Please sit everyone." The aged wizard gestured to several chairs scattered along the space. On his perch Fawkes twittered lightly and sang a note.
Alarmed Harry practically begged to the gods for Fawkes not to recognize him and if he did to leave him alone. The phoenix didn't fly to many people willingly and if it did they were familiars. He'd be in a deep whole buried up to his neck if the bird showed any sign of realizing whom he was. Luckily Fawkes seemed to calm himself after a minute and didn't even turn a feather in his direction, which was odd but relieving.
"So what is this all about?" Smoke started off trying to get their little 'meeting' over with as fast as possible. He was a busy man after all.
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I am so high, I can hear heaven
I am so high, I can hear heaven
Whoa, but heaven...no, heaven don't hear me
And they say
That a hero could save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as we all fly away
Someone told me
Love would all save us
But, how can that be
Look what love gave us
A world full of killing
And blood spilling
That world never came
And they say
That a hero could save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as we all fly away
Now that the world isn't ending
It's love that I'm sending to you
It isn't the love of a hero
And that's why I fear it won't do
And they say
That a hero could save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as we all fly away
And they're watching us
They're watching us
As we all fly away
And they're watching us
They're watching us
As we all fly away
And they're watching us
They're watching us
As we all fly away --- Hero by Nickleback
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Summary: Voldemort is at the height of his power once more, terrorizing both the Muggle and Wizarding World's he is considered unstoppable and ruthless. There is only one person left who can truly defeat him, a boy that the world has set on a pedestal. In his seventh year the boy is now a man and single handedly taking on the dark forces but are the people truly grateful to this mysterious warrior, or will he have to depend on another girl several years younger than him and a complete stranger to believe in him.
Rated: R (for adult content and some violence)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the talented Ms. Rowling does, and the WB has some rights to the series. I just write for the hell of it all, so don't sue. I don't have anything worth taking me to court over.
-Chapter One- War
War- an armed conflict between nations, tribes or other groups or an instance of this || a concerted effort to put down, reduce or exterminate || a state of hostility without resort to arms.
The dictionary definition of war, which he had looked up, was nothing like the sight before his very eyes. Indeed war was a very gruesome and depressing topic. Nothing as clean as how the textbooks depicted the great wars in the past. It was nothing like what Professor Binns described it as.
War was when the air was so clotted with smoke it stung your eyes and lungs making it almost impossible to see and breath. It was when dead, injured, disembodied, and dying bodies were strewn around the battlefield before you. When the screams of people in agony and pain imprinted themselves in your memory along with the faces of the ones you've killed or tried to save only to have them die in your arms. Both innocent and tainted blood seeped into the already moist soil left from the rain.
His body and swords covered with grime, sweat, and most of all many strangers' blood. The building in front of him once a magnificent castle filled with glorious French architecture was now reduced to a pile of rubble with many lives trapped inside still, waiting for someone to help them or already dead from either being crushed or suffocated by the lack of air.
It seemed the Dark Lord's army had struck again. They were slowly taking down major centers, such as schools, ministries, companies, and even important individuals. The only place that hadn't been touched yet was Hogwarts. Many would say that it was because of Albus Dumbledore that Voldemort didn't dare strike the school, but alas that was not the case. While slaughtering the innocent and taking down legions of Aurors the Dark Lord was not afraid of much, except a mysterious man named Smoke that was rumored to be staying at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The man had no face. Completely shrouded in black he walked with an air of confidence, taking down anyone who stood in his way in a matter of seconds. He was a black blur, a rumble of thunder that sneaks up on you, and a strike of lightening that hits you full force. He appeared and disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke when needed or when departing.
Here this man stood in the middle of a battlefield that used to be the front lawn on Beaxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France. Two gleaming Japanese Katanas in his gloved hands. Clothed completely in thin, tight black dragon hide leather with several weapons on his body and belt along with a few hidden in his lace up boots. His face hidden by a shadow spell and his hair covered by a black cloth tied over his head into a sort of pony tail at the back and covering half of his forehead.
He wouldn't be recognized from a mile away or a millimeter away by someone that knew him. The only suggestions that gave away the fact that the figure was a man were the fact that his voice was deeper and mature, he stood at the height of 6'3, and his light but very well toned body was clearly a male's.
Looking about with sorrowful eyes at all the destruction he gritted his teeth and clenched his hands around the hilts of his swords he held back an angry scream. It was times like these that he wished he never got the idea of becoming a Ninja Mage into his head. After Voldemort's second rise it was all he could do. While the outside world depended on him to save all of them and maybe even sacrifice himself the people closer to him kept a closer eye on him then Minister Fudge's personal bodyguards did to him.
Everyone treaded on eggshells around him after the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament and treated him like a child. Well no more. He told himself at the time, it was partially his fault that the Dark Lord had risen so it would be he who would defeat him since nobody else could. And if the Aurors and Dumbledore's elite unit, called the Order of the Phoenix couldn't do anything productive then he would have to take matters into his own hands. And so he did.
During the summer after his fourth year he had taken part in combat lessons, gymnastics, and swimming, and dance at the same time. Threatening the Dursley's that if they didn't leave him be he'd most likely hex them without regards to getting expelled because at that point he simply didn't care. He'd still find a way to defeat Voldemort. It was no wonder the sorting hat wanted to place him in Slytherin; he was ambitious, if he wanted something done then it would be done. And he had become great, raised above the others in secret. If only they knew what he was now.
After returning to Hogwarts for his fifth year he became an even more permanent part of the library than Hermione ever had, as well as the gym which Hogwarts hosted on the sixth floor of the east wing and the lake where he swam regularly. After a while he started neglecting his friends, there simply weren't enough hours in the day but he made as much time as possible between Quittich, homework, classes, training, Perfect duties, inventing quite a few things for his purpose, and spying on both The Order of the Phoenix and Voldemort and his Death Eaters. It was a long list, it truly was but he managed to pull it off for two years now.
A part of him wanted to be a regular kid again who hung out with his friends and played Quittich with them, studied for his exams while groaning and moaning from boredom and then giving up to play a game of chess instead. But that part of him was gone, forever. Harry Potter had changed in everyone's eyes especially his own. His friends were becoming suspicious of him, Hermione the most out of all of them. The girl just couldn't keep her nose out of someone else's business, particularly when something is dangerous.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts when a predominantly loud scream reached his ears he squeezed his eyes hut for a moment before opening them and running off to the site of all the rubble. He had killed enough Death Eaters today, and the Aurors could handle the rest and even wait for him but the innocents still trapped in the collapsed building couldn't.
He had gone out on a limb today, upon getting a premonition of the attack the other night he prepared for the battle. Luckily it was a Saturday and he couldn't be missed in classes nor would he have to miss any on Monday if he got injured. But the beginning of the school year always needed a lot of work to be done, mainly since he was the Quittich Captain and Headboy this year. Sirius had said he followed after his father when he found out but the honor of such titles was also a burden to be carried with the rest of his baggage.
The stones the building was previously constructed of were heavy and large, there were way to many to remove by hand or simple levitating charms. Crawling through little passage was not an option without risking everything coming down on you. But he still had an idea. Even though the magic that he was about to use was classified as dark, he didn't believe that.
Magic, was neither light or dark in his opinion, it depended on how you put it to use and even then there were only shades of gray. There was no black and white in the world, no good and evil, just power. Like Voldemort had once told him in his first year, and it was later on in during his fifth year that he realized it was true.
Raising his hands towards the hills and masses of stone he channeled a large amount of power out, turning and crushing the stones and other materials such as glass and personal belongings into a finely powdered sand, with another sweep and swivel he had it all rise into the air above before banishing it towards the battlefield where people were still fighting. That would slow them down enough for more Aurors to arrive, and unfortunately Death Eaters as well. It was a pity Voldemort wasn't there, he would have ground him into the dirt and sent him straight to the depths of hell, or die trying.
Once the sediment had been lifter only bodies were left. Hundreds of bodies. Bodies of children, teachers, house elves, people's familiars. The sight of it all was gruesome. He was to late because they were all crushed, dead, suffocated, you name what else. He went through each one looking for a pulse and as he reached the last few bodies he had almost lost hope that someone amongst them could be saved. They were all lifeless corpses, all taunting him with the knowledge that he didn't get there earlier, that he failed them.
His breathe caught when he recognized two of them. Two sisters, one older than the other and both lying close by. Silver blonde hair was stained with blood and smooth ivory skin was covered in scratches and dirt. The Delacour sisters' lay motionless. With a shaking hand he reached out to find the pulse on Fluer's neck, there was none and he silently cursed the god's for letting such a fate befall these people. No matter what other people thought Harry knew that Fluer was never prude and vain. She simply got tired of being treated like a mere pretty face. But now nobody would know the truth because she was gone and that was the harsh reality of things.
Closing his eyes and praying to whatever deity listening he pressed his bare fingertips against the younger girls neck. If he could not save Fluer he would try and save her sister for her. He remembered the first time he did, when he pulled Gabrielle out of the lake. Fluer had been so happy she had actually stopped treating him like a little boy and gave him the respect not many received from her.
Fearing that she was gone he was surprised when he felt a soft thump against his fingertips. Harry nearly cried out with relief. It seemed someone from above had answered his prayers and he let a warm, salty tear slide down his cheek. The first tear in over two years.
He breathed in shakily and fell to his knees picking up Gabrielle in his arm and placing her on a soft patch of grass. The girl was alive, but not for long if he didn't get the dust out of her lungs so she could breath. Her heartbeat was faint and getting slower and he had to act fast before she slipped through his fingers. Whipping out his wand and whispering a medical spell he read about to cleanse the lungs of a choking victim he opened her mouth and breathed into it trying to get her breathing pattern started.
He squeezed her hand in relief as she laid sputtering and coughing, inhaling sharply and then laying still on her back groaning, probably from a concussion. This would be the second time he saved young Gabrielle Delacour; it's just too bad he couldn't save her sister as well. "Fluer?" she cried weakly, calling for her older sister and trying to sit up, but Harry didn't let her. He pushed her back down on the ground just in case she was badly injured.
"Shhh." He whispered to her lightly. "Lay still we need to portkey you out of here."
"No! What about Fluer?" she asked panicked, her eyes wildly looking about for the other girl. Harry tried to keep her from seeing her but it didn't work. The girl quickly spotted the other blonde and cried out. "Fluer!" Trying to get up she didn't succeed because he just held her down firmly. At one point she even tried hitting him with her fists only to have him restrain her.
"Gabrielle please calm yourself, you're lucky I got you out alive, you were the only survivor it seemed. I'm sorry about your sister, I couldn't do anything you must understand."
Crying loudly she hiccupped and gasped trying to talk. "How do you know who I am?" she asked in surprisingly good English with just a hint of a French accent in it.
"I'm an old friend, I believe we went for a swim together once." He answered and picked her up in his arms letting her ring her pale, thin arms around his neck.
"Do me a favor Gabby, look in my shirt and find the pendant on my necklace, take it firmly in one of your hands and say Transportis Point H." He instructed her and she complied reaching a hand into his dragon hide armor and underneath his shirt to grasp the chain he was wearing and finding a lightening bolt shaped onyx pendant.
The pendant was one of his own inventions. It was a mode of transportation called teleportation. Essentially you could not teleport to anywhere you wanted to but only to the spots you marked with a certain spell and drawn the symbol that the pendant was shaped as on that spot and afterwards naming the location to which you can then recite for a speedy leave. Best of all that kind of transportation could not be detected like apparition nor stopped by anti-apparition wards.
Still curious to the stranger's identity Gabrielle did what she was told between sobs. After saying the proffered incantation she grabbed onto him feeling a slight jerking sensation all of a sudden and screwed her eyes shut at the unfamiliar rush in her body.
'Point H' was actually named for Hogwarts Hospital Wing and in a split of a second a tall man dressed completely in black stood in the Hospital ward of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with a teenaged girl curled up in his arms.
Frankly Harry had never seen Poppy Pomfrey run as fast as she did when he lay the girl onto one of the spare beds and plopped himself wearily into a chair.
"She was the only survivor amongst the Beauxbatons rubble, I tried to get there earlier but by the time I did only she was left." He explained in a weary and drawn out voice making it seem deeper than it was.
Although the mysterious man unnerved her and shocked her when he popped up out of thin air the medi-witch quickly set to work checking the girl over. She had no idea how he apparated in, it wasn't supposed to be possible but there he was. "May I ask what her name is please and yours as well." She inquired of him.
"Her name's Gabrielle Delacour she's about thirteen I think. You can call me Smoke though I think that's enough."
"Fourteen." Gabrielle corrected.
"Alright then its fourteen." He repeated chuckling slightly. She seemed so much younger the last time he saw her. Well then when he was in his fourth year she must have been in her first even if she looked about ten at the time. He wasn't very different at that age either he used to look much younger.
Nodding she continued looking over Gabrielle who reached her hand out and took one of his that just happened to be hanging loosely by his side. Giving her an encouraging yet sympathetic smile he gave her smaller hand a gentle squeeze when he realized she couldn't see him smile because of the shadow spell. Just about to ask him out Madame Pomfrey noticed the joined hands and decided to let him be before going to work fixing a few broken and cracked ribs as well as a few other broken bones and scratches.
"She should get her rest now, I'll be giving her a sleeping potion and perhaps I should check you for any injuries as well." She suggested walking away to look for a Dreamless Sleep potion. He was just about to protest on the check up when he realized that the medi-witch could be stubborn when she wanted to and if it meant making sure someone is healthy the woman went all out. But as soon as she saw even a patch of his skin she'd recognize him.
On the other hand if he ever became injured he would need a medic whom he trusted to treat him properly. Perhaps she'd be the first he spilled his secret to.
"Don't go!" Gabrielle's raspy voice called out to him as got up from his chair. "Please, at least stay until I fall asleep." She pleaded.
"Okay I'll stay." He answered her softly.
Relieved that he would stay with her she reached out toward him and gripped his hand. "Will you be here when I wake up?" Her fear of being left along rose steadily now that she had no one left. Ever since the war against Voldemort's army had started her relatives had fallen one by one and her sister was her last living relative. Now that Fluer was gone she felt close to this mysterious man and strangely relaxed with his presence as if she already knew him from somewhere.
The desperate look on the blonde's face did not help to make matters better. He had rescued her, but now that he had he couldn't simply leave her behind. But there were things to be taken care of and another weight was settled on his shoulders. He would protect her, no matter what. He owed it to Fluer, for getting there to late.
"I might not be here when you awake," he spoke the truth and her face fell. "But," he continued and took off one of his gloves. Underneath it gleaming on his right ring finger was a platinum ring with an onyx lightening bolt symbol imbedded into the precious metal. The ring was quite special to him, it was a family heirloom on the Potter side of the family and each time it was passed down to a blood relative it would take their symbol. Just like his magical signature and symbol was a lightening bolt the ring depicted it as well. He had found it in his Gringotts vault one day and was surprised to find hundreds of ancient protection spells on it, probably more than Hogwarts itself held courtesy of each of it's previous owners of course.
Placing the ring on her right middle finger, it fit snuggly since the ring adjusted itself to fit on any sized finger, he held up her hand to display the ring to her. Since she was not a blood relative of his family the lightening bolt did not change and the protection spells remained, plus one, which he had added quickly.
"I want you to keep this for me. I'll hop in to check up on it so don't expect me to desert you anytime to soon." He said teasingly and patted her hand rather awkwardly oblivious as to how he was supposed to go about treating her.
"I'll take good care of it. But you still haven't told me who my hero is."
"Like I said before," he said. "We once had a swim at the bottom of a lake." Getting up for a minute he stretched his tall form. Gabrielle could see each of his muscles contracting and stretching then relaxing a bit. The blonde's skin flushed a bit, her savior obviously had a great body. A body you would only see on male models.
"I'll go see what's taking Madame Pomfrey so long." Briskly exiting the curtained area he peered his head around the corner of the main ward to see the answer to his question. There by the medicines counter and cabinets stood Professor Dumbledore, alighted with a deep and curious expression. The medi-witch was no doubt telling the old man about him and how he'd brought Gabrielle in.
Noticing the black clad figure standing between the doorway o the entrance to the hospital wing and the main ward the aged wizard smiled slightly, his light blue eyes twinkling in their merry way while the whole time his frail body seemed to carry the weight of the world. //What weight?!\\ Harry almost snorted to himself. //He's barely leading the Order of the Phoenix anywhere besides their main meeting room in the north tower.\\
"Ah I see I finally get to meet the legendary Smoke the newspapers and countless others have been speaking of."
"I believe that if the public spent more time preparing and taking action against Voldemort's dark army rather than spreading rumors about someone who's decided to actually step up and fight then the war would be long over. Hell it may have never begun in the first place."
He answered surprising two of the members of the Hogwarts staff. He had no doubt shocked them with his usage of the Dark Lord's name as well, now even more people than before had started calling the monster You-Know-Who. Frankly Harry believed the bastard didn't deserve that much attention, and in a lot of ways respect. By not saying his name people are respecting him with their fear of him, unwittingly maybe but still done.
"Yes well the world needs something to believe in don't they, and who better than a warrior just like out of children's comic books." Was the man seriously mocking him? Over the years Dumbledore had become more suspicious of people through experience and did he have a lot of it! The Headmaster was more gullible than a newborn puppy or a toddler.
"The last time I checked there weren't any comic book characters named Smoke who stood against Voldie and his Death Eaters. Of course they may have added one by now, I really wouldn't know." Turning away from the Professor signaling it as the end of their brief conversation he addressed the medi-witch.
"I didn't mean to trouble you Madame but I was wondering if you had that sleeping potion for Gabrielle ready."
Astonished from the sudden change in his behavior, from being a sarcastic ass towards Dumbledore and a polite young man towards her she shook her head. "No we ran out and I sent a message to our Potions Master to brew one. It should be ready for Ms. Delacour in about ten more minutes. I might as well check you out for any damage."
Eyeing the Headmaster for a second he responded negatively. "No thank you I am quite alright I'll just go say farewell to Gabby and I'll be leaving." Poppy Pomfrey wasn't about to protest no matter how much she wanted. The man may be on the light side but he was considered dangerous and the Ministry of Magic was not only wary of him but was after his head claiming he was playing a rouse to get on their good side before striking them where it hurt the most.
The public believed in him however and so did she. Just by bringing the girl and staying with her showed that this stranger had a good heart. There was something strangely familiar though, she knew she recognized his physic from somewhere. There were very few men with body like his but it was hard to place. Could he have been a former Hogwarts student? Perhaps she'd have a chat with Albus about that one, but judging by the way the stranger avoided the old man maybe it wouldn't be such a great idea. For now Poppy would do her job and keep her theories to herself.
"Yes well.Smoke," the Headmaster awkwardly butted into the conversation. "I might know something that you would be interested. Perhaps I could have a moment of your time?"
Sighing he nodded briefly. "After I talk to Gabrielle." //This is going to be such a long day and I think I know what he wants.\\
Back in the main ward he re entered the curtained off area where Gabrielle was staying only to find that the girl fell fast asleep from all the exhaustion, and he didn't blame her one bit because he felt like a boulder about to drop to the bottom of a lake as well. Going to her beside table he picked up a quill and dipped it into some ink before scrawling a quick little message. Before leaving he transfigured two long stem roses, one white and the other red, placing them in a vase full of water he pressed his lips to her forehead clumsily. //So this is how it feels to have a younger sibling to take care of.\\ he marveled. Although he did not know her well and had only talked to her twice Harry already felt she was like family, family he would look after.
Outside back in the entrance of the ward the Headmaster was still waiting for him but this time with a new addition, several actually. Not only was Professor Snape with him, whom had delivered the Sleeping Draught just in time, but so was Professor Mcgonagal. And he nearly had a heart failure when he saw the two others, Mad-eye Moody and Remus Lupin who were standing talking to Dumbledore would recognize him right away. Moody would see through his shadow spell with his magic eye and Remus would be able to identify his scent on first sniff as Harry Potter.
He then discovered that Albus Dumbledore could have been a worthy candidate for a Slytherin, the sneaky old man wanted to expose him and just like Hermione he had to stick his nose into matters far beyond his reach.
His footsteps were silent and Remus was the first to notice him walk in. He probably smelled his former pupil Harry Potter from over his direction and turned to greet him. Seeing him confused the lyncanthrope some as he discreetly searched for his best friend's son. Taking a few more wifts of the air the scent that greeted his nose came directly from Smoke and immediately his eyes bugged out and throat constricted.
Shaking his head slightly and putting his finger up to his lips he indicated for Lupin to keep quiet. The sputtering noises Remus was making alerted everyone to his presence and the next to recognize him was Mad-eye. To say the least the retired Auror had been surprised but wisely stayed silent and unwavering. //Smart man.\\ Harry thought and smiled wryly sure that the older man would see it. //I bet he's proud. I've been using his 'CONSTANT VIGILANCE' advice for a long time.\\
Chuckling lightly he examined the others. Of course like everyone else Severus Snape regarded him coolly and gave him his most intimidating glare. //Oh very scary Snapey.\\ he thought sarcastically nearly laughing.
The Deputy Headmistress had a stern look on her face as well. Her lips were tightly pressed together, so tight Harry was afraid they'd disappear altogether on of these days. She looked over him quickly, taking in his blood soaked tight dragon hide leather and the many weapons he wore. //Yes Professor there are actually other methods of fighting, contrary to popular belief.\\
In his opinion muggle weapons were much more efficient than wands. You can't heal the injuries made by muggle weapons easily. Neither can a wand be so precise and unexpected as a muggle weapon. It was to bad the magical community didn't understand how useful guns, swords, and bombs could be. They could cause more destruction in a matter of seconds than Voldemort did in both his reigns of power, and that was saying something.
"I didn't expect you to gather a whole council while I was making my farewell Headmaster. What is this? Some conspiracy to turn me into the Ministry? Smooth move if it is." He chuckled uncaring about the whole situation. Both Remus and Moody were rather shocked at his behavior. They probably expected him to stay the skinny little boy with messy black hair and round rimmed black glasses. Well to bad for them, he wasn't going to stay a child forever.
"Not to worry Mr. Smoke, we have just gathered for a rather important meeting that may concern you." Mcgonagal informed him calmly betraying her sharp look.
"Smoke," he countered. "Just Smoke if you'd please." He was rather fond of the nickname people gave him about a year ago. It symbolized his personality, like a cloud of smoke it could be deadly or it could be helpful at times.
She understood and he followed the group to the third floor of the castle where the Headmaster's office was located behind a stone gargoyle. The whole time Remus had trailed behind walking at his pace and giving him nervous glances.
Leaning over to whisper in his ear Lupin softly spoke. "Snuffles is going to kill you when he finds out how much danger you are putting yourself into." He admonished Harry as if he was a three year old and received a much harsher reply.
"Yeah well I don't see anyone else doing anything, I'm not going to wait around for someone to come and save us all. And it seems to me I'm doing a damn good job of it better than the crummy Ministry and your silly little Order of the Phoenix. And if you want to talk about who's going to kill whom Remus I suggest you murder Sirius when you next see him. Did you know he was sent out to the Beaxbatons battle? Yeah and apparently both the Aurors and the Death Eaters almost killed him. I suggest you keep him on a leash next time because I can't keep an eye on his arse and Voldemort's all the time."
Paling the werewolf said in a hushed tone. "You're right about me killing him, where is he now?" he was worried now. Worried for his best friend, for his mate, for one of the only people in the world he had left.
"Not to worry I brought him to your hide out a while before I brought Gabby to the Hospital wing. Unfortunately I also had to drug him because he wouldn't stay put even with half of him broken." He grimaced at the thought. His godfather was not in good condition when he found him and healing him was no simple matter. It took a good deal of time and effort especially when the man wouldn't even trust him.
"You didn't drug him with anything lethal?" Even though he already knew the answer to his question Remus still needed reassurance that his friend was all right.
"Nah, just a sleeping potion that won't wear off for about another five hours, by then you'll be there to stop him from doing something stupid, of course he'll also be more sore than a pin cushion but he'll survive."
Frowning almost alarmingly he poked at him with another question. "Wait a minute, how did you even know where our hideout is? Not to mention how you know what the Order of the Phoenix is?"
"You will find dear Remus that I know quite a lot. After all walls have eyes and ears just like everyone else does." He said letting the other man hang on theoretical strings for a minute.
Looking at him strangely they were almost there when Remus got in the last word trying to change the subject to something more cheerful. "Gabby, is it? Hmm.very interesting." He teased.
"What's interesting?" he asked almost violently and scowled aware that the other man couldn't see his face.
But they were already there and heading up the stairs to the Headmasters office. One more time Harry repeated his question clearly agitated before entering. Remus seemed to think something was amusing.
Of course Dumbledore had most likely noticed their friendly dialogue even if he couldn't here it. Harry guessed the lyncanthrope would be heavily questioned about it later on. //Poor Remus, I hope Snape won't go as far as slip him Veritaserum in his pumpkin juice.\\
"Please sit everyone." The aged wizard gestured to several chairs scattered along the space. On his perch Fawkes twittered lightly and sang a note.
Alarmed Harry practically begged to the gods for Fawkes not to recognize him and if he did to leave him alone. The phoenix didn't fly to many people willingly and if it did they were familiars. He'd be in a deep whole buried up to his neck if the bird showed any sign of realizing whom he was. Luckily Fawkes seemed to calm himself after a minute and didn't even turn a feather in his direction, which was odd but relieving.
"So what is this all about?" Smoke started off trying to get their little 'meeting' over with as fast as possible. He was a busy man after all.
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I am so high, I can hear heaven
I am so high, I can hear heaven
Whoa, but heaven...no, heaven don't hear me
And they say
That a hero could save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as we all fly away
Someone told me
Love would all save us
But, how can that be
Look what love gave us
A world full of killing
And blood spilling
That world never came
And they say
That a hero could save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as we all fly away
Now that the world isn't ending
It's love that I'm sending to you
It isn't the love of a hero
And that's why I fear it won't do
And they say
That a hero could save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as we all fly away
And they're watching us
They're watching us
As we all fly away
And they're watching us
They're watching us
As we all fly away
And they're watching us
They're watching us
As we all fly away --- Hero by Nickleback
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