Chapter Nineteen: The Dark Lord Barandor



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Ron stopped dead in his tracks. "Did you see that?!" he cried.

"Yeah," George replied. "What was that?"

"That can't be good," Andrew observed.

Their small army was close to the base of the tower, and a bright green light had just lit up the night sky.

"Do you think it..." George began but decided to not finish his sentence.

Tense and terrified, everyone quickened their pace towards the tower.
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It was warm, which was odd because the last thing Harry remembered was being outside. Then had been a green light. Shouldn't he be dead? Harry opened his eyes and looked around. He was inside a bright room with lavish chairs and tapestries. It reminded him of the Gryffindor Common Room. Was this a dream? Was he dead? Was this heaven? He tried to move, but his body was magically bound, hovering above the ground. As his eyes came into focus he realized that it wasn't a dream and he wasn't dead. He could see Erika and James to his left, magically bound and floating in midair. There were men in black capes standing everywhere, but none seemed to notice that he was awake. Several of them were standing around something hiding it from view. Harry fought through his dizziness but his view was growing dark again. Within moments, he passed out.

When Harry woke again, he was laying on the stone floor.

"Welcome, Harry," a voice said.

Harry blinked. As he stood up, he realized where and who the voice had come from. Standing in front of him was a man, who was undoubtedly Kevin Brown. Harry saw a table along the far wall with five wands sitting atop it.

"Allow me to introduce myself," he began. He smiled a sinister smile, that Harry recognized as a typical Slytherin smile. "I am Lord Barandor. Well, soon it will be the Dark Lord Barandor, but I need to kill you first. It means Lord Brown in a language I picked up around the middle of the earth. Its actually quite lovely during the summer, too bad you won't ever get to see it."

"Barandor?" Harry croaked. "You can't even use your really name, Kevin Brown?" Ginny, Hermione, Reagan James and Erika were all still floating in mid air on separate sides of the room, the young Gryffindors to his left, the girls to his right.

Barandor sneered. "Lord Voldemort changed his name. Why can't I?"

"Lord Voldemort was a coward. He didn't want anyone to know who he really was. So I suppose you are the same way." Harry retorted. Instantly Harry was thrown back against the wall by some unseen force.

"It wouldn't be a good idea to anger me, Potter," Barandor spat, sounding undoubtedly like a Malfoy. "Or you may meet your death sooner than planned." He turned, swishing his massive dark cloak behind him. The tall cloaked figures stood silent and still, watching their master walk among them.

"A new time is among us," Barandor began, "a new age. The time of you and your pitiful Aurors and good doers will soon come to pass. I've learned my dark magic from the best, and my faithful servants are superior to those Death Eaters of Voldemort's time. These are the Barangers of Lord Barandor, faithful servants to me."

"They look like Death Eaters to me," Harry said.

"Do they? Hmm, well there is a little trick in distinguishing them. The clumsy Death Eaters wore black, these finely tunes warriors are wearing brown." Barandor lifted the arm of the closest Baranger and pointed this out. Harry noted that Barandor even looked like a Malfoy. Platinum blond hair, cold gray eyes, he fit the Malfoy appearance perfectly.

"It doesn't matter what they wear. Any man who wears a cloak over his head during combat is a coward."

Barandor glared at Harry. "Lets see how your attitude changes when add a little pain into the mix." He snapped his fingers and the hall was suddenly filled with screams.

Harry fell to his knees in pain and nausea. He had felt this pain before, it was the Cruciatus Curse. But it wasn't his pain he was experiencing, it was Reagan's. He could feel her pain. Harry gasped for air and clung to his stomach.

Hang on, he thought through the pain. The pain lessened and the screams ceased.

"You see, Potter, I have what is most precious to you." Barandor waved his hand and the Barangers moved to reveal Ginny, Hermione and Reagan hovering above the ground, magically bound together.

"Ginny," Harry whispered. He could see the fear flash through his wife's eyes and saw the pleading look from his best friend. He couldn't see Reagan face, but he knew in his heart and mind that she was terrified.

"Heroes who have weak spots make wonderful tragic heroes, wouldn't you agree, Potter?" Barandor sneered.

Harry glared at Barandor before falling to his knees, the sounds of screams filling the room once again.
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"Do you hear that?" Ron asked. Everyone stopped and listened. They could hear screams, faint but horrifying. Ron and George exchanged a determined look and broke into a dead run towards the tower.

"Figures," Draco muttered under his breath. He watched as Ron and George ran towards the tower, however he saw something that they did not. Lance Cruz saw it as well and he swore under his breath.

"Charlie, you and Bill will keep watch!" Lance cried and pulled out his wand. "Once we seal the base and surrounding areas donÕt let anything in!" Lance took off after Ron and George, wand brandished, ready to attack. Draco ran after him, with Imaera, William, Mackenzie, Skim and Aden at his heels.

The seven Aurors raced forward. Lance was the first to gain on Ron and George and was the first to see trouble approaching them.

"Defectium Protectsus!" he yelled. A massive bear escaped from his wand and ran along side him. George cast a similar spell, which deflected the curses flying towards him and his younger brother.

"Defectium Protectsus!" Draco and Imaera yelled at the same time. Imaera's strong unicorn charged after a Baranger and Draco's rhino like Erumpent raced in front of him, deflecting incoming curses.

"Stepsia Tanglementa!" Draco yelled, his wand pointed at an oncoming Baranger and it instantly tripped over his feet and fell.

"Expelliarmus!" Mackenzie shouted at the fallen Baranger. She paused and bound the Baranger's hands and feet before continuing towards the tower.

"Defectium Protectsus!" she yelled. A silvery Romanian Longhorn flew out of her wand and she smiled at the familiar dragon. Her Patronus kept up with her as she ran onward towards the tower. Having stopped to bind the Baranger she was the furthest away. As she got closer, the Romanian Longhorn veered in front of her, deflecting a curse aimed at her. The curse burst into a vibrant blue color when it his the translucent dragon.

"Incendio!" she cried at the attacking Baranger. It let out a deafening scream and made an effort to put the flame out.

"Expelliarmus!" she cried and caught the Baranger's wand as it flew out of his hand.

William smiled at his cousin. She had a knack for following through on her disarming and binding while in a battle. Auror rule number four: Never leave an enemy armed and unbound. Mackenzie had always gotten top marks for it in the Academy. She flashed him a smile and he turned back to watch his own Patronus fade under a curse. The only problem with this Protective Patronus Spell that his uncle Harry had created was that it didnÕt last long enough. If done well enough, it lasted through five curses or so, however William had once seen his uncle's Patronus last through fifteen.

"Defectium Protectsus!" William yelled and a new Sphinx came out of his wand just in time to avoid William from getting his nose magically removed.

"Stupefy!" he yelled and hit attacker dead in the chest.

"Expelliarmus!" Mackenzie cried from behind him.

"I got it, Will," she said catching the wand. "Keep going."

"I need someone to cover me!" Ron cried as he reached the tower wall.

"What?" Lance cried. "What for?"

"I can't get up this wall with these curses flying everywhere! My Patronus Protection thingy doesn't last long enough!"

"I'll go up with you," George said, ducking a curse.

"You?" Ron asked. "How can you help?"

"Trust me, little brother," George said. "I kinda know what I'm doing."

"All right, up you two go!" Lance cried.

"Defectium Protectsus!" George yelled and the image of himself came out of his wand. No, it wasn't him, but it looked exactly like him. George read Ron's astonished face and said, "I was always Fred's Patronus, and he was always mine."

Ron nodded in understanding, sadness washing over him. George motioned for them to start their assent and Ron cast the Mobilicorpus Spell he had modified earlier.

"Cast it on your lower body, and stay stiff!" Ron shouted to George below him.

"Easier said than done," George muttered. He cast the spell over his lower body and began to rise in the air, the silvery image of his twin following closely.

William saw the forms of his uncles rising in the air slowly.

"They need to move a bit faster," Mackenzie said coming up beside him.

"Yeah, I was thinking that too," William replied. Mackenzie shrugged and took off, her dragon darting around in front of her. She checked the bindings of each fallen Baranger she passed. Draco, Lance and Imaera had done considerably well, making their path clear of most obstacles.

"Will, duck!" Skim cried. Instinctively, William flattened himself on the ground as a curse nearly hit his head.

"Concido Caducus!" he cried and hit his attacker's legs. The spell gave the victim the sensation of falling and Mackenzie easily disarmed and bound him.

"Careful, mate," Skim said, his silvery Peter Pan Patronus hovering at his side. Skim's mother was a muggle born and had read Peter Pan to him as a child and it seemed to stick. Peter Pan was always at SkimÕs side when in battle.

"Mackenzie! William!" Lance yelled for them. "Skim! Aden!" The four young Aurors came running at their superior's summoning. They each stopped and stood still and alert.

"Mackenzie, I want you and William to stay down here, help with the bindings and getting them all contained."

William felt his cousin tense beside him. One of the downsides of being fresh out of the Academy was that you had to do a lot of the dirty work. However, before Mackenzie could speak, Imaera came running over.

"When your fathers, Andrew, Darenn, Remus and those other Americans get here you'll stay with them. Don't leave them alone, they can't handle these things by themselves. Show them how to do a Protective Patronus Spell, maybe that will help if there are any problems. Skim, you and Aden will go up and once it is secure, you'll maintain the top." With that Imaera, Lance, Skim and Aden cast the modified charm and rose in the air.

"Defectium Protectsus!" Mackenzie cried again as her Patrons faded, but the enthusiasm had left from her voice.
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Ron and George reached the top and landed hard on the stone surface. It had taken a few minutes to reach the top of the tower, which was longer than expected.

"How do you know about this fighting stuff?" Ron quizzed his older brother.

"I'm an Unspeakable, Ron," George replied, not looking at him. Ron's eyes grew big, but he knew not to ask any more. Now was not exactly the right time.

"Well that explains a lot," Ron said. He glanced around the top of the tower, wondering where the entrance was.

"Come on," George said and trotted across to the other side. Ron didn't see the trap door until George knelt beside it. Both brothers winced when they heard the horrible screams again.

Ron closed his eyes and asked, "where is Harry?"

"I don't know," George replied as he felt the door. "Let's hope that didn't capture him." Ron nodded his agreement as George tried to find a way into the tower.
A/N: All right, for those of you curious about the LotR references in those last chappies, Aman Surl was the watch tower that Aragon took the hobbits on their way to Rivendelle. The Fortress of Aman Surl in my fic is designed to look like Orthnac (Saruman's tower). Also I used some Sindarin and Quenya terms (the Elven Language) combined with Latin to create the spells. So there ya go, a bit of information for you. There is a LotR reference in this chapter as well. Sorry, I just read Lord of the Rings for the third time and it was on my mind when I was writing this. We're nearing the folks, (*sniff*) but there is still more to come. Oh, Draco's Patronus was an Erumpent, which is a rhinoceros like creature. It can be found in Fantastic Beats and Where to Find Them, by Newt Scamander. ~EE