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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Battle~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

About a month later, they were on their way to yet another battle. Over the past month or so, there had been a steady incline in the amount of dark magic users. It seemed as if it was going to come to a head today.

Harry was antsy (a/ why did I use that word!?) because he was supposed to be going home soon and he was sure he couldn't do that if he was dead. He and Merlin had decided that if anything should arise such as:

a) apocalypse

b) Merlin's death or

c) caught in the crossfire of a deadly spell

They decided he should use Luna to get back to his time.

Harry, albeit a little bit guiltily, was almost hoping for something along those lines to happen.

This was the atmosphere that the two were stetting off in today. Since they were, at the time, the two most powerful light magic users, they always had to show up to do battle He and Merlin had started a little resistance group they liked to call the Order of the Phoenix, since Luna had suddenly burst into flames during one of the Meetings. Harry had wanted to call it 'Order of the Roasted Phoenix', but Merlin didn't really approve, so instead it was stuck at order of the Phoenix. It had been a joke between them all since.

Today they had called the Order to meet them here that day, as they had gotten word of a possible attack by some of the enemy. The dark magic users didn't have any specified leader, not like Voldemort in Harry's time. Ro this they were glad, since it meant that there possibly wasn't anyone strong enough to do so.

The site of this attack was what modern muggles called Stonehedge, the dark had picked it because of its power as a gateway for spirits, as in demons or angels, it depended on the gate's opener. If they were able to gain access, we can all guess what they would choose right? Good.

The Order members were there already waiting for the dark to come. When they did, they were surprised to see that they had a single person in the lead, obviously they had picked a leader. They halted.

Now unlike what was commonly believed, there were less wizards and witches than now, they were just better at hiding them now.

There were only a total of 300 or 400 wizards out there that day.

Merlin and Harry reached the head of their party to come face to face with the other. As they got a good look at him, Harry at least was shocked to notice that he didn't fit the general 'bad ass wizard' look.

No, in fact he was pretty handsome considering the look on his face could curdle milk.

Anyway, the man introduced himself as Marcus Corr, leader of the newly named Deatheaters.

/It seems as if Voldemort isn't all that creative after all/ Harry smirked. Merlin noticed this and turned a questioning look to Harry. He replied by mouthing 'I'll tell you later'

Marcus (a/n lets call him that from now on) seeing this didn't get the desired reaction signaled hi 'deatheaters' to attack. Caught unawares, but not totally surprised since this was something they had predicted would happen, the Order didn't get the upper hand to begin with.

One thing they were lucky in, at least in Harry's opinion, was that it was a solely human battle.

The two sides pare off with whomever came too close for them to just ignore. Things were pretty much at a stalemate considering each side had lost about the same amount.

Merlin and Marcus of course were fighting, while Harry was tending to any of the injuries within his power to heal. The only problem with this was that it left Harry open to attack. However, after a while it wasn't that much of a problem once he got used to it.

While Harry would have preferred to be out actually doing something useful (at least in his mind) Merlin had insisted that unless push came to shove he was to stay where he was.

Therefore, in his current position he was watching the battle with no little interest. Occasionally he would notice a 'deatheater' drop from a stunning spell here or a dagger there, in fact it seemed almost as if their side was receiving less than half the damage.

Besides this there wasn't much to catch his interest, so he turned his attention to Merlin and Marcus. As he watched, he noticed that Marcus was really good, only because he had forced Merlin to put as much effort as he used with Harry.

However, while Harry was watching he didn't notice the arrow coming at him until too late.

When he did notice it was only the pain coming from his side.

He was luck really, it didn't' hit anything important, just skin. So after pulling it as cleanly as possible he healed his wound /if I had only brought Luna down her, I wouldn't tire as quickly/ he thought since all this healing he was doing was beginning to make him dizzy.

He turned to find his attacker, but instead was suffocated by a face-full of feathers.

"Luna! How did you know to come?"

~I didn't. I just thought I could be of some service today~ Harry nodded his head in agreement and went to persue his assailant.

Two arrows, six daggers and a stupefy later, Harry had 'pacified' anyone who was suspicious of attacking him. At this point, he was much worse for the wear and very grateful for Luna since she had taken over his job of healing others. After getting patched up, he decided that the only way there going the be able to go home today was if they got rid of Marcus. So Harry went off to see if he could help Merlin out any.

When he got there, both of them looked on the verge of collapse. That surprised him since it meant that Marcus was a lot stronger than they originally thought.

Harry was sure he could defeat Marcus at this point with one quick and easy curse, but as sure Merlin wouldn't want this to be interfered with. At this point Harry had decided to stay hidden as long as possible so as to not distract Merlin. He had also brought Luna so that if there was an emergency she could be of use.

But luck was not with Harry right at that moment, seemed she went on vacation or something, because Marcus paused to look at Harry and he knew he had been caught.

"Well well. What do we have here?" Merlin noticing Harry, knew it would be pointless to have him run, just signaled for him to prepare himself to transport with Luna.

Marcus noticed none of this, because as we all know, dark lords have a tendency to go on ego trips. He just continued talking.

"Have you come to save your master? How sweet, but I'm afraid that it won't wok this time /morte totale/ he cried out and pointed his wand at Merlin.

So Harry, being the impulsively stupid person he is, jumped in front of it or should I say dived. Only problem was he shoved Merlin out of the way and the brunt of the curse hit his palm.

All of this happened in a split second. The people fighting around them cam to a halt, curious to see what exactly happened.

Merlin just looked at where Harry lay from his spot on the ground and then looked to Marcus who was smirking.

Merlin, who was by this point very angry, raised his staff and retaliated with the same curse Marcus used.

The beam hit him dead on and he fell to the ground in a way very similar to harry.

Most of the 'deatheaters' apparated away after seeing that their leader was dead.

Merlin then turned his attention to Harry. He picked up his palm and looked a t the cut that would become like his other scar, only this one was shaped like a Celtic cross. Harry now had not one unmarked palm.

He bent to put his arm down when it spasmed. Merlin quickly checked for a pulse and found one, very faint.

The somber mood of all present was lifted as they noticed Harry wasn't dead.

Merlin quickly called Luna over and gave her instructions to head him and then transport him back to his time since he would have a better chance of survival with their technology.

He wished him a silent goodbye and watched him disappear in a flash of white light.

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In another time, one Severus Snape was on his way to the Forbidden Forest. He was in need of some potions ingredients; in addition, Albus had talked him into checking out a disturbance sensed within the forest.

As he was walking he could be heard mumbling thinks that sounded strangely like "Damn Albus…Couldn't find someone else to do it…have better tings to be doing…" When he stumbled over something.

As he looked down he noticed it was a young man, with dark hair and midnight blue robes with a blood red phoenix perched atop his stomach, obviously unconscious.

Severus decided that he wasn't dangerous since he was accompanied by a phoenix.

He conjured a stretcher and set off for the castle. When he got there, Albus took one look at the boy and said "Well it looks like our young friend has a lot of explaining to do. Where were you Harry?"

With that he walked off leaving a confused nurse and a shocked potions master.

A/n: I actually had fun writing this chapter since I have thanksgiving break I have more time than usual…also I was considering making this a time travel fic but u all seemed to want him to come back so much, so im going to bow down and do so…

Next chapter: I'm thinking something around the lines of…oh I don't know memory spells and reunions? Give u any ideas? Good…..