Chapter 14
By six the next morning the whole school was alive, and the Guardians were just joining their groups for training. Harry, and Zab were once again with the Gryffindor first years, though they were starting with combat skills, while the second years did fitness. Everyone was issued knives, and the four Harry had been coaching showed off theirs proudly. Once the class started, the fact that they had been coached soon showed up, and in the end Master Prenshaw was forced to just put them under Harry's teaching, as they were not learning with the rest of the class. By the end of the session, the boys were engaged in heated battle, with Jack triumphant. Harry had been pleased to notice his instructions had been followed, and that Jack had somehow explained his injuries to his classmates.
All through the morning they trained, and after lunch they had indoor classes, taking crash courses in healing and defence. Instead of Harry and Zab, Hermione and Emma joined them for these, allowing Harry to get updated in the reports. Things were getting worse.
'Over the next few weeks things calmed down, and there were few attacks, though refugee's were pouring in. The news said Voldemort had moved to Italy, and left much of France desolate of Wizards. Harry held daily meetings with the other Guardians. In was at one of these when the bomb dropped. Hermione rushed in late, with a fresh report from the Ministry.
'Voldemort has joined forces with the descendant of Mussolini, just as Grindelwald did. Italy is re-arming, and an invasion of Austria will begin in days.'
'What are the plans of the Austrian Government?' Harry's voice was calm
'They do not have the army to defend themselves. They are going to surrender. They have no choice.'
'Arrange a meeting with the Prime Minister, and the French leader. We must make plans. Get them here by four.' Hermione nodded, and the Guardians left to resume their work. Harry could feel a migraine coming on.
Later that day, the British and French Prime Ministers were escorted to the chamber. Only Harry, Ron, Zab and Ginny were present. The two men sat down silently, eyeing Raima perched on Harry's shoulder. It was Harry who spoke.
'I am Hawk, the Lord of the Guardians. We must join forces to defeat Mussolini.'
'Why would we need you?' The Frenchman spoke.
'You know who Voldemort is I presume? He has joined Mussolini, and will help him in ways you cannot understand. Without us you will fail.' Harry's voice was grim.
'What do you suggest?'
'How many troops do you have?'
'Between us, just under a million.' Their voices were hoarse.
'Move half to the boarders of France. Make them un-attackable by any human force. The rest must be stationed back from the border, to act as a reserve force. Get the TA working on evacuation, hospitals and supplies. If the battle turns to magic I will send my own troops to combat it. I will send some of my people to help you with planning. Your Generals must listen to their advice.' Harry looked for any signs of disagreement. All he saw was fear, and a lurking determination to succeed.
'We will soon be in the bloodiest war in history, and we must unite if we are to emerge alive.'
'It will be as you say. I will need three days to transport troops to France, but it will be done. I will also call back the regiments overseas.'
'France will never yield to Mussolini. This I promise you!' As they stood to leave, Harry spoke once more.
'I will add a caution. You men must not attempt to battle wizards. Should they see a Skull and Serpent in the sky, they should stay away. This is vital.'
The two men nodded, and left to start a council of war. Harry sent Katie, Cott, and Ric with them. Once alone, he let his head rest in his hands. It has begun.
Very short chapter, sorry. Probably no more for a while. In the next chapter the war should start, and the Guards will be announced. Thanks for any Reviews - Pose.
By six the next morning the whole school was alive, and the Guardians were just joining their groups for training. Harry, and Zab were once again with the Gryffindor first years, though they were starting with combat skills, while the second years did fitness. Everyone was issued knives, and the four Harry had been coaching showed off theirs proudly. Once the class started, the fact that they had been coached soon showed up, and in the end Master Prenshaw was forced to just put them under Harry's teaching, as they were not learning with the rest of the class. By the end of the session, the boys were engaged in heated battle, with Jack triumphant. Harry had been pleased to notice his instructions had been followed, and that Jack had somehow explained his injuries to his classmates.
All through the morning they trained, and after lunch they had indoor classes, taking crash courses in healing and defence. Instead of Harry and Zab, Hermione and Emma joined them for these, allowing Harry to get updated in the reports. Things were getting worse.
'Over the next few weeks things calmed down, and there were few attacks, though refugee's were pouring in. The news said Voldemort had moved to Italy, and left much of France desolate of Wizards. Harry held daily meetings with the other Guardians. In was at one of these when the bomb dropped. Hermione rushed in late, with a fresh report from the Ministry.
'Voldemort has joined forces with the descendant of Mussolini, just as Grindelwald did. Italy is re-arming, and an invasion of Austria will begin in days.'
'What are the plans of the Austrian Government?' Harry's voice was calm
'They do not have the army to defend themselves. They are going to surrender. They have no choice.'
'Arrange a meeting with the Prime Minister, and the French leader. We must make plans. Get them here by four.' Hermione nodded, and the Guardians left to resume their work. Harry could feel a migraine coming on.
Later that day, the British and French Prime Ministers were escorted to the chamber. Only Harry, Ron, Zab and Ginny were present. The two men sat down silently, eyeing Raima perched on Harry's shoulder. It was Harry who spoke.
'I am Hawk, the Lord of the Guardians. We must join forces to defeat Mussolini.'
'Why would we need you?' The Frenchman spoke.
'You know who Voldemort is I presume? He has joined Mussolini, and will help him in ways you cannot understand. Without us you will fail.' Harry's voice was grim.
'What do you suggest?'
'How many troops do you have?'
'Between us, just under a million.' Their voices were hoarse.
'Move half to the boarders of France. Make them un-attackable by any human force. The rest must be stationed back from the border, to act as a reserve force. Get the TA working on evacuation, hospitals and supplies. If the battle turns to magic I will send my own troops to combat it. I will send some of my people to help you with planning. Your Generals must listen to their advice.' Harry looked for any signs of disagreement. All he saw was fear, and a lurking determination to succeed.
'We will soon be in the bloodiest war in history, and we must unite if we are to emerge alive.'
'It will be as you say. I will need three days to transport troops to France, but it will be done. I will also call back the regiments overseas.'
'France will never yield to Mussolini. This I promise you!' As they stood to leave, Harry spoke once more.
'I will add a caution. You men must not attempt to battle wizards. Should they see a Skull and Serpent in the sky, they should stay away. This is vital.'
The two men nodded, and left to start a council of war. Harry sent Katie, Cott, and Ric with them. Once alone, he let his head rest in his hands. It has begun.
Very short chapter, sorry. Probably no more for a while. In the next chapter the war should start, and the Guards will be announced. Thanks for any Reviews - Pose.