Harry Potter and the Call to War
Chapter 3: Hunters and Prey
Disclaimer: Everything is owned by JKR, Seeing as I am not Al Gore I will not try to claim inventing it. HEHEHE, My dry attempt at political wit. It was funny to me! You know the whole trying to claim the Internet thing. Your not laughing? OK so maybe it wasn't that funny. Boy everyone's a critic! Do people even read this?
A/N: In order to maintain a sense of continuity and to make sure my readers understand the Chronology of events I will be including a calendar.
Prologue: The events occurred sometime prior to the official end of the school year. Chapter 1: These events all took place on June the 14th which is a Friday. Chapter 2: These events took place on June 15th which is a Saturday. Mentioned in this Chapter was the scheduled death of Karkaroff which was scheduled early the following week. This does not mean a full seven days. This only refers to the start of the new week about to begin. This also clears up how much of a head start Harry will have on Wormtails party.
Though my dating system was not a problem before, this chapter will cover the events of a full week. Therefore I thought it could get a bit confusing so I'm adding dates to the beginnings of the sections. This will help me as I start to weave the story around a bit. Now without further ado the next chapter!
****** Harry, Sunday June 16th through the morning of Saturday June 22nd ******
Harry was awoken by Remus early the following morning, he still could hardly believe that so much changed in the course of one afternoon at the Dursley's. He had gone from having to spend a entire summer locked in his room to traveling out side of protected Wizard grounds. Soon they would be traveling to lands where Wizards hardly traveled to and Muggles weren't even aware existed.
For normal children the chance to travel abroad was something of great excitement, but to Harry it was something of a dream. Harry had long ago resigned himself to the belief that he would not be able to see the world. Even when he found out he was a wizard he still was confined to the small section of Europe that was Surrey. He had never been aloud to go with his relative's when they took vacations, always forced to remain behind. So this was a very rare pleasure for him.
After a quick breakfast Remus opened a letter that was waiting at the bar with Tom the barkeep. Inside was a piece of parchment with the phrase tally-ho written upon it. Harry looked to the envelope to see if something else was inside, but alas it was empty. Was Dumbledore playing some strange form of a joke on them? One could never quite discern what he was truly aiming to accomplish.
"Well? What does he expect us to do with a parchment that says Tally- ho." But before Harry got a chance to finish his sentence the most odd feeling overcame him. The feeling was strangely reminiscent of a very powerful suction all over his body. It wasn't unpleasant, but still no stroll in the park. As quickly as the feeling came it vanished and Harry found himself in a very different environment then the one he had left.
He was now standing at the top of a small hill that overlooked a great forest. The forest stretched far beyond him, almost as if it where a carpet of green lying above the ground. Beyond the forest mountains blocked the horizon. Tall mountains that looked like they touched the very heavens themselves. Snow topped their peaks giving them a cold and frigid look, but it didn't take away from the sheer magnanimous beauty of what lay before him.
A plopping noise broke the silence and Harry soon took notice of the arrival of his fellow travelers. The looked like they didn't quite no what to make of the trip either. However all thoughts were wiped away as they to took in their majestic surroundings. Hagrid broke the silence to greet the fourth member of their party who had just appeared as well. So after greetings were exchanged all around they made their way into the depths of the forest in the direction of the mountains ahead.
"With luck and good timing we should be able to reach the base of Mount Corock by the end of the week. From there it will take us another week to get up and into the heart of the Corock mountain range. Then we can start searching for the giants encampments. I expect us to begin the search sometime in early July." Remus ran over the basic outlay of the mission at hand.
"I expect em to be off ter the East this early en' da year" Hagrid had spent a good portion of the day explaining the weather patterns and how it would effect the giants camps. They had agreed that the East would hold their best bet off running into them.
Due to the fact that Hagrid and Madame Maxime could not ride a broom they were forced to walk most of the way. Harry and Remus took turns checking their direction as it was easy to get off bearing in the dense forest.
Harry watched as Madame Maxime and Hagrid walked well in the lead of their group. Harry smiled to himself when he thought of the pair. He knew how lonely Hagrid must feel being what he is. Harry was glad that he would have a chance at some type of happiness. Even if it was in the shadows of the dark times that now threatened them all. While he walked he looked at the man to his side. Remus had faced so much in his life, if anyone knew what loneliness was it would be him. To be a werewolf meant a life alone, but to have your true friends violently ripped away was more than anyone should bear.
"Remus, what happened to you last year? What did you do after you left Hogwarts?" Harry almost regretted bringing up the memory of that night when so much changed for the both of them.
"Soul searching Harry, I did a lot of soul searching. I wasn't sure what to do after everything I believed for so long changed. I needed some time to sort it all out." Remus looked like he was still trying to sort out these issues.
"I know what you mean. I can identify with needing time." Harry could feel that weight on his shoulders as well.
"Oh, how so?" Remus turned to his good friends son, searching his face for the boys answer.
"All my life I believed I was nothing more than some freak. I certainly got told that was all I was enough. I never thought there would be a escape for me. Then I got told I was a wizard and that everything I had ever known was a lie. I needed time to think then, unfortunately I never really got it." Harry couldn't really understand why he would tell Remus this, perhaps it was because he thought he could relate. Harry wasn't a werewolf or anything, but they both probably had similar childhood's. Both always being told they were worthless.
"After I found out about Sirius I had to get away, I was mad at him for switching Secret Keepers. I was angry with myself for doubting him. I hated that he didn't trust me enough to tell me about the plan, and there by forcing him to a life in Azkaban." Remus was sharing with Harry the feelings that he had bottled up for a year now.
"I was mad at him to, I knew I shouldn't be but I still was. I forgave him an all, probably because I was ready to latch on to any semblance of family I could get a hold of. The more I thought about it the more I realized he was only trying to protect me and my parents. I couldn't begrudge him for that. Nor could I hold him accountable for their deaths. I have Voldemort to blame for that. In a way I need to have someone to blame, or I might end up blaming myself. I've gone down that road before and it doesn't have a happy ending." Harry turned back to the path they were walking down.
"You can't blame yourself Harry, you were only a baby. It was their choice to die for you. Nothing you could have done to change that." Remus shifted the weight of his pack to make it more comfortable to carry.
"I know that, but it still makes it no easier. Sirius probably feels the same way, but that doesn't make it any more his fault." Nothing broke the silence between the two until Harry spoke again.
"I'm tired of not knowing who I am. I hate looking in the mirror and seeing a person who I don't even know is real. Sometimes I think that this is all just a dream and I'll wake up and find I'm not me anymore. Does that make any sense to you?" Harry didn't think he put his thoughts into words that well, but Remus seemed to understand.
"I wanted to take you in after what happened. I wanted to raise you myself, but because of my damn curse I couldn't. I never wanted you to have to not know who you were. I begged Dumbledore to let me take you, but he wouldn't listen. I suppose it's for the best, I don't know what kind of parent I would have been." Remus let out a long sigh only reminding Harry of how lonely he must have been.
"You would have been a great father Remus. It shows when you teach. You have more patience than anyone I have ever meet. I would have been honored to grow up with you. At least I wouldn't have lived in a cupboard for 11 years if I had lived with you." It filled Remus with happiness to know Harry thought so highly of him.
"What do you mean a cupboard?" Harry debated answering this question. However Remus had opened up to him so it was only fair that he did the same.
"That was the Dursley's idea of how to handle me. Lock me in the cupboard under the stairs for 11 years and hope the freak goes away. I think part of them was sad to see I didn't die some where in the night. But the past is the past, and what doesn't kill us makes us stronger." Harry tried to ignore the look Remus was giving him.
"I'm sorry Harry." Harry tried to interrupt to tell Remus he had nothing to be sorry about but Remus wanted to finish.
"I'm sorry you had to grow up the way I did. I know what it's like to be called the freak, to be mistreated and shunned. To remain friendless while all you seek is someone to talk to. I swore to myself that I wouldn't let anyone have to go through childhood the way I did, but I couldn't even do that for my best friends son." Remus had stopped facing the stunned Harry long ago. Shame was written all over his face and Harry didn't know what to make of it.
"You had no choice in the matter, it is how things were decided to play out. I'm just glad I have someone to talk to. It's embarrassing to let Ron or Mr. Weasley see the way they treat me. How they couldn't give a damn if I left or not without saying goodbye. I just don't think they can understand what it feels like. Mr. Weasley acted like it was such a big deal that they didn't care when I left for school last year. He can't understand that after so many years it's become a natural thing and it doesn't even bother me. Now I have someone who understands me and I can talk to." Harry sent a smile to Remus who was now looking back towards Harry.
"You could talk to Sirius about your feelings, I'm sure he would more then be willing to listen." Harry frowned at the thought of approaching Sirius with his thoughts.
"No, I don't think I could. I haven't known Sirius that long, but I do know that he is to protective of me. He'd want to do something or go flying off the handle over it. Your different than that, not that you don't care or anything. It's just I can talk to you and leave it as just that. Someone to tell what's bugging me. Everybody needs those type of people. I'm not looking for someone to pity me, only listen and tell me what they think. I can't talk to Ron or Hermione like this because they can't relate and they would just give me those damn looks." Remus smiled and picked up his pace a bit to catch up.
"I can agree with that, sometimes you just need someone to talk to." That was exactly how Harry felt and Remus was honored to be chosen as that person in Harry's life.
"Let's make a pact, we both will always be there to listen to the other. We can always count on the other to be honest, even if it means telling each other how stupid we are being." Harry stopped and stuck out his hand to Remus. Without a second thought Remus accepted the hand and the two formed a bond. One of true friendship and brotherhood.
The next few days began to pass in a whirlwind of activity. Harry had quickly come to enjoy the demanding journey they had under taken. After two or three days the ache in his muscles no longer bothered him. He had refused Remus when he offered to place a feather light charm on his pack, as the weight would build muscle. Remus and Harry spent most of the time talking while they traveled. Both sharing stories about their lives and thoughts that they had not told any other. Remus was quickly becoming Harry's most trusted confidant.
When they weren't traveling Remus began instructing Harry in the areas that Dumbledore had outlined for him to teach. Swordplay was one of Harry's favorite as he could easily find the beauty and freedom of the movements. Remus had brought a long a plain steel sword for Harry to practice with. It had no adornment or fancy inlays, just simply a steel sword, but Harry took great care in maintaining it. Remus had begun showing Harry the simple movements and thrusts which made the foundation of the art. This turned out to be the most painful portion of Harry's training. Remus insisted on Harry practicing what ever he was taught against him, meaning Harry ended up on his backside until he got it right.
Remus was also teaching Harry the skill of Apparition, though this was not going as smoothly. It turned out that Apparition heavily relied on Transfiguration, which wasn't one of Harry's strongest subjects. It's not that Harry was bad, it's just that it was Post Hogwarts work so Harry had to begin with learning a lot more Transfiguration. The process wasn't very complex, just difficult. You had to use timed Transfiguration to temporarily change yourself into light molecules, while casting a charm to pull yourself to where you want to go. This also means you have to know how long it takes to get between the two points because the Transfiguration is timed. If you don't give enough time you begin to change back along the way, and to much time means you could be stuck as light molecules till someone changes you back. So a firm foundation in Transfiguration is very necessary. This would take Harry a bit to get up to the point when he could actually try the Transfiguration. The good news is that when he accomplished it Transfiguration would be quite easy for him.
The other thing Dumbledore wanted was for Harry to learn more Dueling and battle magic. Harry was reading several different books teaching the two different types of magic. Wizards had very different codes for battle then Muggles. When you Duel you can use spells that complement each other, you can plan strategies fit for one on one. But in battles there was a different strategy all together, you used high impact spells that would have a higher area of effect. Of course there were still spells that you threw against a single target, but they were more designed to take them out in one shot. There was also a set of rules that are followed on the battle field. If a duel was issued and accepted you weren't to interfere with the duelists. Generally duels were only issued between high ranking members of opposite armies. Also it was general practice that surrender was to be excepted if a party wished to give up. This was accomplished by stunning ones self in the midst of the battle. It was also a common practice not to attack medics on the field unless they were reviving or counter cursing fallen men. Medics jobs usually consisted of taking Port keys to remove fallen men on the field. This rule was only observed when the opposing side was doing so as well. Most of the time medics were not needed due to the nature of the spells used during battle. Most were meant to kill due to the fact that fallen allies can be revived.
Hagrid also was teaching Harry, not so much in the magical arts, more of the ways of the land. Hagrid was very adept at tracking and trailing. He taught Harry how to live off his surroundings, and how to cover ones own tracks so you weren't followed. Hagrid was a natural in the forest and he planned to pass on everything he knew to Harry. Over the years Hagrid had learned what plants could be found that had healing effects and how to use your surroundings to aid you. He knew what to listen for and how to read the animals reactions around you. So as the first week slowly passed Harry began to realize just how much his two friends had to teach.
On the morning of the 22nd they reached the edge of the forest that ran to the base of Mount Corock. They had decided to make camp and rest that day so the could prepare to begin their accent into the mountain. Now that they were closer they could truly see how large the mountain was. Harry could easily see why the giants did not have good will with the wizards. Wizards had forced them from their homes and into a truly inhospitable land. He had doubts if the giant's would enter into this alliance, but he had to hope for the best.
Harry sat before the fire with his book on sword play. He was trying to learn some new techniques in hopes that the next time Remus sparred with him he wouldn't end up with so many bruises. Soon Remus came and sat down next to him along with Hagrid and Madame Maxime. Harry placed his book to the side and picked up his sword to polish and sharpen it's blade once more. He took his wand and transfigured a rock into a whetstone so that he could begin the process of sharpening the long metal blade.
"Remus, what are we going to do when it comes around to that time of the month?" Harry hadn't thought of the implications of his friends monthly change until now.
"Dumbledore has provided me with a Wizards tent that can be sealed from the outside. I will use that as well as the Wolfsbane potion that Severus has been kind enough to send along for me." Harry offered a smile to his friend who was already beginning to show the early signs that the full moon was soon to arrive. He guessed that they still had three or four days until Remus would have to make use of that tent.
Harry continued to sharpen his blade until the sound of a bird startled out of it's nest broke the silence surrounding them. Instantly aware of the noise Harry began to turn in the direction the animal was spooked from. His lessons with Hagrid told him that something must have startled the animal. However before he fully turned he remembered what he had learned from Remus. Sometimes you just have to be patient. So feigning ignorance he continued to sharpen his sword, while his other hand slowly reached for the wand that lay at his side. While he did so he noticed Remus and Madame Maxime do the same. Hagrid had begun to clean his cross bow, but Harry also noticed that he now had a arrow prepped and ready to fly. Several more arrows were placed in the holders and could be loaded and fired in seconds. A snap of a twig in the opposite direction only served to realize their fears.
They were not alone, in fact they were surrounded!
(A/N) Don't worry I didn't cliff hang you. ****** Severus Snape Monday June 17th ******
Severus didn't leave his quarters until Monday evening, he had to prepare himself for what he was about to do. Severus Snape the dark angle of mercy, bringing a speedy death to those who only had death to look forward to. Yet even though he offered relief non would ever come for him.
Snape stopped by the door to his dungeon to make sure the small black vial was still in his pocket. This wasn't the first time he had to bear this particular task, nor would it probably be the last. It was simple enough of a mission. Death Eaters where always torturing those who fell out of favor with the Dark Lord. One simply had to slip into the dungeons on pretense of having a little fun. Snape always brought three bottles with him, one white and two black. The white potion was for those who wouldn't choose death. It dulled the pain enough to make a day or two more bearable. The black potion was a deadly poison, a potion that wouldn't react for a hour or two after consumption. When it did it was fast and painless, allowing a quick and speedy escape for the drinker.
The second vial Snape always kept hidden for himself. He was not naïve enough to think that he would never be caught. Yet he knew two much to allow himself to be tortured till he spilled his inner most secrets. He always prepared himself to take that potion every time he would leave for hell. Always aware that the following hour could be his last.
The hour or two time in between taking the potion was very important. It made sure that you weren't the last person to see the victim alive. Each prisoners cell is checked every hour, so the guard would see the victim at least two more times. In Karkaroffs case it would mean only two more torture sessions till he was released.
After deciding that everything was in place he was ready to leave. Each step provided Snape with another reason to turn back, each breath he took was like a scream of protest. This was the routine every time he would leave for the Dark Lord's castle. Even when you tried to pry yourself away from the mistakes of the past they would always pull you back.
Snape pushed the door to the entrance of Hogwarts open and strode out into the fading twilight. It would not be long now until he'd have to mask his face once more.
The forest loomed before him and after entering into it's hiding shadows he prepared to leave for the Castle. Snape would wait for the last shimmers of the sun to fade before he would activate his mark to draw him to Voldemort's location. Shadows began to grow as the son fell behind the horizon.
This was what his life was all about, one constant dark shadow. Almost as if he feared to step into the light where people would see him. The shadows held there secrets like none other and these secrets would always protect him. Still, someday the sun would rise once more and destroy the shadows. Bringing to light all the ugly creatures the shadows once hid. That was the thing Snape feared the most.
When the last light fell Snape pressed his wand to his mark and whispered the incantation that activated it's transportation power. With the pulling similar to a Port key Snape disappeared from the forest to begin his mission of mercy and death.
Snape landed in the stone room where all came when they drew themselves to the Dark Lord. After raising his black hood he began his walk to where the prisoners were kept. Every so often he would pass another cloaked figure, neither would acknowledge each others presence. Things like that weren't done, so you just passed in the halls.
Soon he arrived at large metal doors that barred entrance to where the prisoners were held. He pushed one open and his senses were immediately overwhelmed by the reek of the dead and decaying. Human filth and blood mixed in the air only making him cringe even more. Cries of pain from those suffering fates that he was non to envious of meet his ears. This was not a place where one left alive. Those who were brought here came to die.
After moving through the rows of cells he came to a door that was barred shut. He could hear the nonsensical ramblings of a man who was slowly being driven insane coming from behind the door. Obviously the Dementors had feed upon him. Though the Dementors had not left Azkaban he was sure some now dwelled in this place.
A unlocking charm opened the door and Snape stepped into the darkened room.
"Hello Karkaroff, pleased to see you again. Not doing to well are you?" Listening charms recorded the speech in the room, so Snape had to continue his charade. However while he continued to belittle him he began to draw golden lines on the floor.
He now had Karkaroffs attention. Though the man was almost insane, a spark of hope flooded into his eyes. Not the hope that came with escape, but the one that tells you that your journey is soon over. Snape scrawled the question that would determine Karkaroff's fate on the floor and Karkaroff nodded his head in approval. So Snape drew the vial from the depths of his robe and gave it to Karkaroff who eagerly gulped it's contents down. Snape stood and prepared to leave when Karkaroff spoke to him.
"Wait." His voice was cracked and raspy, yet he still struggled on. Snape moved to the mans side and knelt beside him.
"Beware.the.shadow..man.." With that said Karkaroff fell asleep to await his death. With those words in mind Snape left to return to Dumbledore.
****** Dumbledore Monday June 17th ******
It had been a busy weekend for Albus Dumbledore, and the week was shaping up to be just the same. Tonight he had several things that had to be accomplished, for leading a war was not a easy thing at all. Luckily he had less worries than he did a few days ago. He had sent Harry to were no one knew where he would be. This was one of his ulterior motives in sending Harry. No one could contact Harry but him and it would also give Harry a chance to get out with people who cared about him.
Tonight he was to meet with Arthur Weasley and discuss how the Ministry would be handled. It panned Albus greatly to have to work behind the Ministers back, he had so much hoped they could face this together. Perhaps with one united front they would be strong enough to meet Voldemort's challenge. Alas this was not to be. Albus didn't want to do what he knew he must, but he was given no other choice.
Albus planned to gather all his forces in meeting prior to the school year. It would take time to mobilize into groups, but until then he had to see who he could still count on. That was were Sirius would come into play. He had placed a lot of faith in Sirius, but he was still the best man for the job. This gave every one a opportunity to know what really happened that Halloween night. Now when they came together again there would be no need to reacquaint everyone with his innocence. It would do him some good to know others believed in him as well.
A knock on the door announced Arthur's presence. Now would begin the subtle game of control. The slow moving of pieces that would restructure the Ministry would now begin.
"Come in Arthur." The door opened to allow the Weasley patriarch into the room.
"Hello Albus, how might I be able to help you this evening. I was surprised you wanted to see me." Arthur took the seat nearest the desk that Dumbledore sat in.
"Yes I was wondering how things were at work? I've been hearing rumors that the Minister isn't in as much favor as he used to be." Now Albus would see Arthurs' stand point without betraying his own. Albus didn't want people to just agree with whatever he said. He wanted them to follow what they believed to be right.
"I won't beat around the bush with you Albus. The Minister is a complete fool, your word that You know who has returned carries much weight. The fact that Fudge refuses to hear it has hurt him greatly." Albus knew that this would come as a two edged sword. While he would gain some support, it would also make him the center of the Minister's attempt to discredit the movement.
"What does he make of the end of the tournament?" This would be the center of most of the dispute and it would be important to keep the points on the situation clear.
"It's not good Albus, not good at all. He's going to try and pin it on Harry. Would have drawn him in for questioning already if he hadn't been unable to find him. Word went out to some of his loyal Aurors yesterday. However Harry left Privet drive. The Muggles don't know where he went. Do you have any idea?" Arthur was clearly worried for the boy. However Albus smiled to himself for having the foresight to alter the Dursley's memories in context to Harry's location and who he left with.
"I believe that Harry is quite safe. I do have a favor to ask of you Arthur. I need you to feel the waters at the Ministry, find out who has the most control. Also I want you to decide who can be trusted. Dark times are coming and we must pull together those who we can count upon." Though Arthur didn't know it, he would be key to the fall of the Minister.
"I will do my best sir, you can count on me." With that Arthur stood and left the office allowing Dumbledore more time to think.
He had already realized that Harry would be endanger from the Ministry. Now was the time to act to protect the boy. Albus turned to the glass jar that sat on the shelf. He muttered some words and it glowed a pale shade of blue. Carefully Albus opened the lid and let the small insect out of it's prison.
"Come now and meet me as a human Rita. I may be a doddering old fool as you so kindly put, but I do know it's you." He smirked as the bug changed back into a human once more.
"This is wrongful imprisonment and you know it. I demand you let me leave right now, or I'll have your head." Rita had turned a beet red color in fury.
"I don't believe a bug has that power, NOW SIT DOWN!" Dumbledore raised his voice louder than most would ever here him. As if a hand grabbed her Rita fell into a seat.
"I have a offer to make you. I have use of someone with your particular skills. A war is coming and the Minister is dirty as well as many of his top officials. Alliances are forming and change is coming. If you accept my offer you will be the one to bring the latest news to the people. Slander our enemies all you want, but it will be expected that you will not hurt our side with your rubbish. I swear to you, if you do anything that could remotely hinder those who stand against Voldemort I will make you sorry." Dumbledore's voice held non of the kindness it usually showed. In war there was no room for kindness.
"What if I don't agree to your terms?" Rita was interested, and she would agree. Now she was just testing how far she could push and Dumbledore called her on it.
"I'm sorry if you were under the impression you had a choice in the matter. I believe you are mistaken." The air seemed to freeze around them and you could here a pin drop in the room.
"Now, I believe you heard what Arthur said. As you know we can't have him trashing young Mr. Potters name. Why don't you go tell what really happened. I'd hate for anyone to get the wrong impression. Your quite dismissed. Come back in a week to discuss what is new in the Wizarding world." Dumbledore returned to his papers and a visibly shaken Rita left his office. It had definitely been a long day.
However it was not to be over yet. Soon Severus walked through the door to report on his night as well. Albus was hoping to get a bit of extra sleep, but apparently that is not what fate had in store for him.
"Good evening Severus, I trust everything went well?" Albus had decided to get this over with as quickly as possible.
"Yes, Karkaroff should be taking his last breath any minute now." Dumbledore nodded and waited to see if there was anything else upon his potion masters mind.
"He was quite broken when I got there. A pity there wasn't anything more I could do for him. However his last words stuck with me. I'm not sure if they were the ramblings of the insane or not. He told me to beware the shadow man. I believe he meant Voldemort, yet he struggled to deliver the message like his life depended on it. Do you have anything more for me to do, I doubt we will be summoned tomorrow with Karkaroff dead." Severus's words played in Albus's mind. He would have to give thought to the matter, however only time would tell.
"No, I believe you have earned a rest. Take some time off my friend, I'm sure you have other things to do. I will summon you if there develops a need." Albus could tell that the past few days had weighed heavily on Severus and that he would need time before he was useful again.
"Thank you headmaster, I think I will do just that. I plan to get together with Lucius this weekend. Perhaps find out what is going on in Voldemort's inner circle. I haven't seen many of them at the Dark Castle. Not that you can really tell whose there and who isn't." With that said Snape rose and left the office for a much needed night sleep.
Albus was left with many questions that evening. He had to find out who could be trusted at the Ministry, he still wasn't sure how many Sirius would be able to bring, and now he had this new riddle to solve. Who is this shadow man, and what is he doing now.
****** Peter Pettigrew Tuesday June 18th ******
Peter felt his masters summons and rushed to answer it. He was used to being called at his masters whim so this was nothing new. Peter moved through the dark hallways towards the throne room to see what he had been summoned for this time.
This was what he had wanted, the life he had missed for so long. In the day's before his masters service he had no purpose. Now, Peter was powerful he had a purpose and most of all he was needed. He was his masters trusted servant. He was the one who brought his master back from exile, and he had been rewarded for it.
No longer would he have to live in hiding as a pet, now he would stand in glory. No longer would he stand in someone's shadow, or be the second best. He wasn't the weak one anymore.
Peter stopped in the middle of the hall way. What was he thinking about, it had been so long since the thoughts of second best had entered into his mind. He had almost allowed himself to believe that he wouldn't be haunted by his past. That was another life that he had long since given up for what he had now.
Yet still he found himself clinging to old jealousy. He had showed them all who he was. Peter Pettigrew the weak one had become the strongest of them all. Sure he had never been weak, but when surrounded with James, Sirius, and Lupin how could he compete. Now he had more power than they could ever dream of. What was a soul worth anyway?
Peter felt no different since he had traded his friends that Halloween night. If anything he was glad he did it, the ends had justified the means. So what was so bad about not having any friends or family, the death eaters where his friends and brothers. Peter long ago realized that he could live without friends. They were unnecessary, and whenever he felt the guilt he reminded himself of this.
One could live with guilt, Peter had proven this to himself. Eventually the feeling deadened away and you were left empty inside. Perhaps that's when you were truly lost. When you no longer care for the crimes you committed.
But Peter did care, not for James of Sirius but for Harry. He cursed the boy everyday. Why didn't he just die with his parents and they could have been together. He cared that Harry had to live without anyone. So when the boy spared his life it only made him feel even more guilty. Who was that boy to make him feel this way. He was strong and powerful, nothing should be able to bother him. Yet this did, as it would until the day he died.
His musings were cut short when he arrived before his master and fell on his knees.
"You summoned me master, how may I serve you?" He had come to expect pain in the service of his master. One was punished for his mistakes, as they should be, so Peter tried to give him no reason to do so.
"Yes, Karkaroff has died in his cell before we could use him for the ceremony. We will soon require another sacrifice. Leave now and capture those Dumbledore sent to the giants. Bring them back to me and they will make adequate sacrifices. You may take some of my new recruits as well as a division of 15. I want them alive Wormtail. Now leave my sight, I grow weary of your presence." Voldemort turned back to a parchment he had been examining when Peter had walked in.
Peter backed out of his masters throne room. He had learned that you never turned your back on his master, when you did you felt pain.
After making his way to the new recruit wing he selected five and gave them there orders on where to meet him in a hour. Then he was off to the foul pit once more. The beasts were more vile each time he saw them. Why his master would take such despicable fiends into his army was beyond him. He called for the division and before he had time to blink fifteen stood before him. They had some type of leather armor and each carried a sword and claw blade. Peter smiled to himself, at least they were obedient.
An hour later they had Port keyed into a forest in the shadow of a great mountain. Peter was unsure how best to begin the search but the beast warriors seemed to already be on it.
"There." The beast pointed in a direction towards the mountain. Apparently they had more uses the mindless killing machines.
"Fine, this is how we will proceed." Peter selected five beast warriors.
"You will travel ahead of us and leave a trail in the appropriate direction. Once you locate them you are to keep with them, however remain unseen until we catch up. Travel as quickly as possible." After distributing the final orders the selected best warriors took off into the forest. Peter and the remaining warriors set off at a slower pass.
****** Sirius and Brin Saturday June 22nd ******
"OK Sirius let's go over the plan one more time, if that's not to hard for you." Brin and Sirius had spent the last week going through every old address book they could get their hands on.
"All right, just once more though. You really are starting to give me a head ache you know. This is how it's going to go down. We'll wait until the guard changes and then I'll go in my dog form. Then I'll move to the side door and disable the alarm charms and let you in. Then we'll make our way to the census archive room." Sirius continued to relate the plan that they had worked tirelessly to prepare. They had soon come to the conclusion that Hogwart's graduates simply fell into a black hole after so many years. The only way they were going to be able to find all those they sought would be to break into a small Ministry archive building and remove some of the files they were searching for.
"Good, I'm glad you paid attention to me for once. Honestly sometimes I can't possibly understand what goes through that head of yours. Sometimes I wonder about you." Brin wanted this to go off with out a hitch, and it wouldn't due for them to get caught. No one must know that they were gathering those who would stand against Voldemort once more. They'd form a defense once more, and pray it would be strong enough.
"All right, so when should we pull this off. There still is the matter of how we get into the census room. You still haven't told me what this little diversion you cooked up would be." Brin had flat out refused to tell him what she had in mind.
"I put in a call to a good friend of mine. He's planning to come and do a spot inspection of their defense personnel on Thursday." Sirius still wasn't sure how this would help.
"Who could cause that big of a ruckus that all guards would be occupied." She was just teasing him and Sirius knew it.
"Let's just say he's going to check their CONSTANT VIGILANCE!"
****** Skirmish in the Woods Saturday June 22nd ******
Harry kept his eyes on the fire, while he let his other sense take over and scan the environment. He took the hilt of his blade and gripped it tightly. He wasn't ready for battle, but he would do his best if the situation arose. He let the tip of the blade rest in the dirt and traced a silent question to the group.
How Many. Was all he etched into the soil, yet all knew his meaning. Hagrid took a stick and made four marks in the dirt. Remus shock his head and made a fifth line. Whatever was out there didn't seem to want to attack, but they were watching them.
Harry was nervous, they could be attacked at any moment. However he would wait till they were ready for the situation. Hagrid had told him of all the possible creatures they could encounter and none seemed to friendly. For the first time Harry became aware of how loudly he was breathing, it almost hurt to take in air into his lungs. Remus gave Harry a nod to both reassure him and warn him that they would be making the first move.
Quickly he looked for defensible positions were he could have the advantage. A set of boulders close by would allow him to be able to put his back to something without having to hem him in to much. His heart was racing and everything seemed to slow down. This was not what he had expected, yet the situation now stared him straight in the eye.
Fine, if this was what life was going to throw at him then he'd meet it head on, with honor. Harry took one last deep breath before steadying his breathing and calming his pulse. A steely mask fell over his face and he gave Remus a nod to signify he was ready.
Remus and Madame Maxime were astounded at the change that Harry underwent in only a second. He went from looking like he wouldn't be able to handle the situation to someone who had faced death a thousand times before. Hagrid was not surprised at all. He had told Harry once before just what he thought of him, and he knew the boy would willing stand alone in the face of a army.
With speed Harry had never seen him use Remus made the first move. He drew his wand and banished the burning fire logs towards the woods. Within a instant a horrible creature sprang from where the fire now lit the bushes. It's body a mix of beast and man. Out of nowhere four more sprang fourth. One jumped forward only to be meet by a steel tipped arrow that whistled through the air. The metal ripping into it's flesh, yet it showed no sign of feeling pain. Harry dove for the rocks sending a stunning spell at one of the beasts as he rose to his feet once more. The spell slammed into the chest of the beast that was closest to Harry only to be shrugged off just as Hagrid's arrow had been. Madame Maxime was having similar problems with the beast that was now stalking towards her.
Realizing that simple spells would have no effect Harry moved on to stronger more dangerous magic. He shouted the incantation to a small fire spell that sent a ball of fire jetting towards the creature that now had its blade unsheathed and a claw like steel talon clutched in it's other hand. The spell hit the beasts shoulder and burned it till the skin was raw and blistered. Still the best made no reaction. The smell of burnt flesh meet Harry's nose as he leveled his own blade with the creature and prepared to fight.
Hagrid continued his barrage of arrows into the creature that was now charging him. The arrows making a sickening sound as they slammed into the still charging beast. Throwing the crossbow to the ground Hagrid lifted a small tree trunk with a stump still attached and wielded it like a club. The creature tried to match the makeshift club with his sword but the force of the blow was to great and the creature was knocked to the side. Seeing that Madame Maxime was having trouble he rushed to help her.
The beast had just backed Madame Maxime into a tree when Hagrid slammed full force into it's side. It went careening onto a pile of jagged rubble crippling it's left arm. Hagrid turned to face the one he had knocked away before and began to advance on it with his trunk once more.
Remus Lupin had thrown his wand to the side in favor of his sword and began to face off with the beast that was now attacking him furiously. Remus' improved werewolf strength allowed him to keep himself in control of the situation. All the while he kept his eye on the fifteen year old boy who was fighting for his life as well.
Harry's blade whistled through the air as he attempted to lay a clumsy blow to the warriors side. Harry knew he was loosing ground, he was being pushed into a corner. He would die if he didn't due something fast. The creature's overwhelming strength was taking it's toll on Harry. Harry looked to where the other's were fighting and saw that they were not doing as poorly as he was. However he was in a position to see something Remus didn't. The creature was pushing him towards a fifth who was lying in wait. He had to do something to warn Remus, but he first had to deal with this beast that seemed to be as tough as a dragon. Then it hit him, if they could resist spells like a dragon perhaps they shared the dragons weakness as well. Harry jumped back against the rocks and shouted the spell Krum had used to blind the dragon he had fought in the tournament. Harry shouted "Conjunctiva" and pointed his wand towards the creatures eyes. The beast let out a cry of rage and dropped it's claw so it could rip at it's face. Harry took his opportunity and did a diving roll. He turned back towards the beast and cut through it's left leg, severing the tendons and causing the beast to fall to the ground. Black blood splashed free from where he had cut the beast and where ever it landed it burned the ground. It continued to thrash about and pull itself in the his direction, all the while waving it's sword about trying to get a piece of anyone it could. A moment of indecision crossed Harry's face before he hardened himself and brought his blade down behind the creatures head. Harry didn't stop to see the head flop off, he dashed over to help Remus.
Madame Maxime began firing large balls of fire towards the beats injured arm, burning away it's skin. It initially took no notice of her attack, but as the fire burned through it's flesh the pain caught up with the best. Seeing no other option Madame Maxime sent a severing charm toward the creature removing it's limb. Picking up Hagrids' Fallen crossbow she leveled it at the beasts head and let off a shot that struck true to it's mark. The arrow pierced it's skull and it fell over dead on the ground.
Hagrid continued to swing the massive tree stump in the direction of his attacker. The beast had resorted to keeping a distance and letting Hagrid tire himself out. However Hagrid was not to be defeated, he had forced the creature into a trap. It took one more step back and found itself pressed against a large boulder. No sooner did it recognize it's doomed position than Hagrid brought the tree stump down on it's head, crushing it's skull.
Remus had the beast well under control, it was tiring and soon he would strike. The beast, though skilled, attacked without thinking. Remus planned to take advantage of that. However something interrupted him. He saw Harry running towards him and as he drew closer he shouted to watch out behind him. Remus trusted Harry, so he swung his blade behind him in a circle. It meet the flesh of the fifth beast and served it's head. The beast turned in the direction of the approaching voice only to be meet with Harry's blade slamming into it's heart. It to fell to the ground lifeless.
A silence fell over the battlefield as everyone took stock to make sure hey were uninjured. The black blood that had been spilled ate away at the ground around them. It was a unanimous silent decision amongst them that it was time to start their ascent into the mountains.
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A/N Another chapter done. A good length one to. Boy there is a lot going on right now. I was really happy with the way certain parts of this chapter shaped up. I've decided that Remus is going to be one of Harry's most trusted confidants. So look for them to become closer. I hope Dumbledore came across OK, I don't want him to be a real manipulative person. But I do think he's the kinda guy who has a plan for everything. Peter was difficult to right. I had a hard time really getting into his head. I hope I did that OK. I hope you all liked it bunches. I really appreciated all those who reviewed. I read them all and take everyone's thoughts into consideration. I appreciate each positive comment I get. Next chapter should have Harry's first week in the mountains as well as Snape and Lucius and Sirius and Brin breaking in to get the Census files and finally Voldemort will begin to close in on something that you won't know about till closer to the end of summer. That didn't make much sense did it? you'll get it sooner or later. Also I'll probably continue some of the subplots that have events coming up as well.
Once again I'd like to thank all of you who took the time to read my story, and a special thanks to those who reviewed. The next Chapter should be out sometime around Friday evening or Saturday morning. Probably Friday.
R/R Thanks, I love you, buh-bye! : )
Chapter 3: Hunters and Prey
Disclaimer: Everything is owned by JKR, Seeing as I am not Al Gore I will not try to claim inventing it. HEHEHE, My dry attempt at political wit. It was funny to me! You know the whole trying to claim the Internet thing. Your not laughing? OK so maybe it wasn't that funny. Boy everyone's a critic! Do people even read this?
A/N: In order to maintain a sense of continuity and to make sure my readers understand the Chronology of events I will be including a calendar.
Prologue: The events occurred sometime prior to the official end of the school year. Chapter 1: These events all took place on June the 14th which is a Friday. Chapter 2: These events took place on June 15th which is a Saturday. Mentioned in this Chapter was the scheduled death of Karkaroff which was scheduled early the following week. This does not mean a full seven days. This only refers to the start of the new week about to begin. This also clears up how much of a head start Harry will have on Wormtails party.
Though my dating system was not a problem before, this chapter will cover the events of a full week. Therefore I thought it could get a bit confusing so I'm adding dates to the beginnings of the sections. This will help me as I start to weave the story around a bit. Now without further ado the next chapter!
****** Harry, Sunday June 16th through the morning of Saturday June 22nd ******
Harry was awoken by Remus early the following morning, he still could hardly believe that so much changed in the course of one afternoon at the Dursley's. He had gone from having to spend a entire summer locked in his room to traveling out side of protected Wizard grounds. Soon they would be traveling to lands where Wizards hardly traveled to and Muggles weren't even aware existed.
For normal children the chance to travel abroad was something of great excitement, but to Harry it was something of a dream. Harry had long ago resigned himself to the belief that he would not be able to see the world. Even when he found out he was a wizard he still was confined to the small section of Europe that was Surrey. He had never been aloud to go with his relative's when they took vacations, always forced to remain behind. So this was a very rare pleasure for him.
After a quick breakfast Remus opened a letter that was waiting at the bar with Tom the barkeep. Inside was a piece of parchment with the phrase tally-ho written upon it. Harry looked to the envelope to see if something else was inside, but alas it was empty. Was Dumbledore playing some strange form of a joke on them? One could never quite discern what he was truly aiming to accomplish.
"Well? What does he expect us to do with a parchment that says Tally- ho." But before Harry got a chance to finish his sentence the most odd feeling overcame him. The feeling was strangely reminiscent of a very powerful suction all over his body. It wasn't unpleasant, but still no stroll in the park. As quickly as the feeling came it vanished and Harry found himself in a very different environment then the one he had left.
He was now standing at the top of a small hill that overlooked a great forest. The forest stretched far beyond him, almost as if it where a carpet of green lying above the ground. Beyond the forest mountains blocked the horizon. Tall mountains that looked like they touched the very heavens themselves. Snow topped their peaks giving them a cold and frigid look, but it didn't take away from the sheer magnanimous beauty of what lay before him.
A plopping noise broke the silence and Harry soon took notice of the arrival of his fellow travelers. The looked like they didn't quite no what to make of the trip either. However all thoughts were wiped away as they to took in their majestic surroundings. Hagrid broke the silence to greet the fourth member of their party who had just appeared as well. So after greetings were exchanged all around they made their way into the depths of the forest in the direction of the mountains ahead.
"With luck and good timing we should be able to reach the base of Mount Corock by the end of the week. From there it will take us another week to get up and into the heart of the Corock mountain range. Then we can start searching for the giants encampments. I expect us to begin the search sometime in early July." Remus ran over the basic outlay of the mission at hand.
"I expect em to be off ter the East this early en' da year" Hagrid had spent a good portion of the day explaining the weather patterns and how it would effect the giants camps. They had agreed that the East would hold their best bet off running into them.
Due to the fact that Hagrid and Madame Maxime could not ride a broom they were forced to walk most of the way. Harry and Remus took turns checking their direction as it was easy to get off bearing in the dense forest.
Harry watched as Madame Maxime and Hagrid walked well in the lead of their group. Harry smiled to himself when he thought of the pair. He knew how lonely Hagrid must feel being what he is. Harry was glad that he would have a chance at some type of happiness. Even if it was in the shadows of the dark times that now threatened them all. While he walked he looked at the man to his side. Remus had faced so much in his life, if anyone knew what loneliness was it would be him. To be a werewolf meant a life alone, but to have your true friends violently ripped away was more than anyone should bear.
"Remus, what happened to you last year? What did you do after you left Hogwarts?" Harry almost regretted bringing up the memory of that night when so much changed for the both of them.
"Soul searching Harry, I did a lot of soul searching. I wasn't sure what to do after everything I believed for so long changed. I needed some time to sort it all out." Remus looked like he was still trying to sort out these issues.
"I know what you mean. I can identify with needing time." Harry could feel that weight on his shoulders as well.
"Oh, how so?" Remus turned to his good friends son, searching his face for the boys answer.
"All my life I believed I was nothing more than some freak. I certainly got told that was all I was enough. I never thought there would be a escape for me. Then I got told I was a wizard and that everything I had ever known was a lie. I needed time to think then, unfortunately I never really got it." Harry couldn't really understand why he would tell Remus this, perhaps it was because he thought he could relate. Harry wasn't a werewolf or anything, but they both probably had similar childhood's. Both always being told they were worthless.
"After I found out about Sirius I had to get away, I was mad at him for switching Secret Keepers. I was angry with myself for doubting him. I hated that he didn't trust me enough to tell me about the plan, and there by forcing him to a life in Azkaban." Remus was sharing with Harry the feelings that he had bottled up for a year now.
"I was mad at him to, I knew I shouldn't be but I still was. I forgave him an all, probably because I was ready to latch on to any semblance of family I could get a hold of. The more I thought about it the more I realized he was only trying to protect me and my parents. I couldn't begrudge him for that. Nor could I hold him accountable for their deaths. I have Voldemort to blame for that. In a way I need to have someone to blame, or I might end up blaming myself. I've gone down that road before and it doesn't have a happy ending." Harry turned back to the path they were walking down.
"You can't blame yourself Harry, you were only a baby. It was their choice to die for you. Nothing you could have done to change that." Remus shifted the weight of his pack to make it more comfortable to carry.
"I know that, but it still makes it no easier. Sirius probably feels the same way, but that doesn't make it any more his fault." Nothing broke the silence between the two until Harry spoke again.
"I'm tired of not knowing who I am. I hate looking in the mirror and seeing a person who I don't even know is real. Sometimes I think that this is all just a dream and I'll wake up and find I'm not me anymore. Does that make any sense to you?" Harry didn't think he put his thoughts into words that well, but Remus seemed to understand.
"I wanted to take you in after what happened. I wanted to raise you myself, but because of my damn curse I couldn't. I never wanted you to have to not know who you were. I begged Dumbledore to let me take you, but he wouldn't listen. I suppose it's for the best, I don't know what kind of parent I would have been." Remus let out a long sigh only reminding Harry of how lonely he must have been.
"You would have been a great father Remus. It shows when you teach. You have more patience than anyone I have ever meet. I would have been honored to grow up with you. At least I wouldn't have lived in a cupboard for 11 years if I had lived with you." It filled Remus with happiness to know Harry thought so highly of him.
"What do you mean a cupboard?" Harry debated answering this question. However Remus had opened up to him so it was only fair that he did the same.
"That was the Dursley's idea of how to handle me. Lock me in the cupboard under the stairs for 11 years and hope the freak goes away. I think part of them was sad to see I didn't die some where in the night. But the past is the past, and what doesn't kill us makes us stronger." Harry tried to ignore the look Remus was giving him.
"I'm sorry Harry." Harry tried to interrupt to tell Remus he had nothing to be sorry about but Remus wanted to finish.
"I'm sorry you had to grow up the way I did. I know what it's like to be called the freak, to be mistreated and shunned. To remain friendless while all you seek is someone to talk to. I swore to myself that I wouldn't let anyone have to go through childhood the way I did, but I couldn't even do that for my best friends son." Remus had stopped facing the stunned Harry long ago. Shame was written all over his face and Harry didn't know what to make of it.
"You had no choice in the matter, it is how things were decided to play out. I'm just glad I have someone to talk to. It's embarrassing to let Ron or Mr. Weasley see the way they treat me. How they couldn't give a damn if I left or not without saying goodbye. I just don't think they can understand what it feels like. Mr. Weasley acted like it was such a big deal that they didn't care when I left for school last year. He can't understand that after so many years it's become a natural thing and it doesn't even bother me. Now I have someone who understands me and I can talk to." Harry sent a smile to Remus who was now looking back towards Harry.
"You could talk to Sirius about your feelings, I'm sure he would more then be willing to listen." Harry frowned at the thought of approaching Sirius with his thoughts.
"No, I don't think I could. I haven't known Sirius that long, but I do know that he is to protective of me. He'd want to do something or go flying off the handle over it. Your different than that, not that you don't care or anything. It's just I can talk to you and leave it as just that. Someone to tell what's bugging me. Everybody needs those type of people. I'm not looking for someone to pity me, only listen and tell me what they think. I can't talk to Ron or Hermione like this because they can't relate and they would just give me those damn looks." Remus smiled and picked up his pace a bit to catch up.
"I can agree with that, sometimes you just need someone to talk to." That was exactly how Harry felt and Remus was honored to be chosen as that person in Harry's life.
"Let's make a pact, we both will always be there to listen to the other. We can always count on the other to be honest, even if it means telling each other how stupid we are being." Harry stopped and stuck out his hand to Remus. Without a second thought Remus accepted the hand and the two formed a bond. One of true friendship and brotherhood.
The next few days began to pass in a whirlwind of activity. Harry had quickly come to enjoy the demanding journey they had under taken. After two or three days the ache in his muscles no longer bothered him. He had refused Remus when he offered to place a feather light charm on his pack, as the weight would build muscle. Remus and Harry spent most of the time talking while they traveled. Both sharing stories about their lives and thoughts that they had not told any other. Remus was quickly becoming Harry's most trusted confidant.
When they weren't traveling Remus began instructing Harry in the areas that Dumbledore had outlined for him to teach. Swordplay was one of Harry's favorite as he could easily find the beauty and freedom of the movements. Remus had brought a long a plain steel sword for Harry to practice with. It had no adornment or fancy inlays, just simply a steel sword, but Harry took great care in maintaining it. Remus had begun showing Harry the simple movements and thrusts which made the foundation of the art. This turned out to be the most painful portion of Harry's training. Remus insisted on Harry practicing what ever he was taught against him, meaning Harry ended up on his backside until he got it right.
Remus was also teaching Harry the skill of Apparition, though this was not going as smoothly. It turned out that Apparition heavily relied on Transfiguration, which wasn't one of Harry's strongest subjects. It's not that Harry was bad, it's just that it was Post Hogwarts work so Harry had to begin with learning a lot more Transfiguration. The process wasn't very complex, just difficult. You had to use timed Transfiguration to temporarily change yourself into light molecules, while casting a charm to pull yourself to where you want to go. This also means you have to know how long it takes to get between the two points because the Transfiguration is timed. If you don't give enough time you begin to change back along the way, and to much time means you could be stuck as light molecules till someone changes you back. So a firm foundation in Transfiguration is very necessary. This would take Harry a bit to get up to the point when he could actually try the Transfiguration. The good news is that when he accomplished it Transfiguration would be quite easy for him.
The other thing Dumbledore wanted was for Harry to learn more Dueling and battle magic. Harry was reading several different books teaching the two different types of magic. Wizards had very different codes for battle then Muggles. When you Duel you can use spells that complement each other, you can plan strategies fit for one on one. But in battles there was a different strategy all together, you used high impact spells that would have a higher area of effect. Of course there were still spells that you threw against a single target, but they were more designed to take them out in one shot. There was also a set of rules that are followed on the battle field. If a duel was issued and accepted you weren't to interfere with the duelists. Generally duels were only issued between high ranking members of opposite armies. Also it was general practice that surrender was to be excepted if a party wished to give up. This was accomplished by stunning ones self in the midst of the battle. It was also a common practice not to attack medics on the field unless they were reviving or counter cursing fallen men. Medics jobs usually consisted of taking Port keys to remove fallen men on the field. This rule was only observed when the opposing side was doing so as well. Most of the time medics were not needed due to the nature of the spells used during battle. Most were meant to kill due to the fact that fallen allies can be revived.
Hagrid also was teaching Harry, not so much in the magical arts, more of the ways of the land. Hagrid was very adept at tracking and trailing. He taught Harry how to live off his surroundings, and how to cover ones own tracks so you weren't followed. Hagrid was a natural in the forest and he planned to pass on everything he knew to Harry. Over the years Hagrid had learned what plants could be found that had healing effects and how to use your surroundings to aid you. He knew what to listen for and how to read the animals reactions around you. So as the first week slowly passed Harry began to realize just how much his two friends had to teach.
On the morning of the 22nd they reached the edge of the forest that ran to the base of Mount Corock. They had decided to make camp and rest that day so the could prepare to begin their accent into the mountain. Now that they were closer they could truly see how large the mountain was. Harry could easily see why the giants did not have good will with the wizards. Wizards had forced them from their homes and into a truly inhospitable land. He had doubts if the giant's would enter into this alliance, but he had to hope for the best.
Harry sat before the fire with his book on sword play. He was trying to learn some new techniques in hopes that the next time Remus sparred with him he wouldn't end up with so many bruises. Soon Remus came and sat down next to him along with Hagrid and Madame Maxime. Harry placed his book to the side and picked up his sword to polish and sharpen it's blade once more. He took his wand and transfigured a rock into a whetstone so that he could begin the process of sharpening the long metal blade.
"Remus, what are we going to do when it comes around to that time of the month?" Harry hadn't thought of the implications of his friends monthly change until now.
"Dumbledore has provided me with a Wizards tent that can be sealed from the outside. I will use that as well as the Wolfsbane potion that Severus has been kind enough to send along for me." Harry offered a smile to his friend who was already beginning to show the early signs that the full moon was soon to arrive. He guessed that they still had three or four days until Remus would have to make use of that tent.
Harry continued to sharpen his blade until the sound of a bird startled out of it's nest broke the silence surrounding them. Instantly aware of the noise Harry began to turn in the direction the animal was spooked from. His lessons with Hagrid told him that something must have startled the animal. However before he fully turned he remembered what he had learned from Remus. Sometimes you just have to be patient. So feigning ignorance he continued to sharpen his sword, while his other hand slowly reached for the wand that lay at his side. While he did so he noticed Remus and Madame Maxime do the same. Hagrid had begun to clean his cross bow, but Harry also noticed that he now had a arrow prepped and ready to fly. Several more arrows were placed in the holders and could be loaded and fired in seconds. A snap of a twig in the opposite direction only served to realize their fears.
They were not alone, in fact they were surrounded!
(A/N) Don't worry I didn't cliff hang you. ****** Severus Snape Monday June 17th ******
Severus didn't leave his quarters until Monday evening, he had to prepare himself for what he was about to do. Severus Snape the dark angle of mercy, bringing a speedy death to those who only had death to look forward to. Yet even though he offered relief non would ever come for him.
Snape stopped by the door to his dungeon to make sure the small black vial was still in his pocket. This wasn't the first time he had to bear this particular task, nor would it probably be the last. It was simple enough of a mission. Death Eaters where always torturing those who fell out of favor with the Dark Lord. One simply had to slip into the dungeons on pretense of having a little fun. Snape always brought three bottles with him, one white and two black. The white potion was for those who wouldn't choose death. It dulled the pain enough to make a day or two more bearable. The black potion was a deadly poison, a potion that wouldn't react for a hour or two after consumption. When it did it was fast and painless, allowing a quick and speedy escape for the drinker.
The second vial Snape always kept hidden for himself. He was not naïve enough to think that he would never be caught. Yet he knew two much to allow himself to be tortured till he spilled his inner most secrets. He always prepared himself to take that potion every time he would leave for hell. Always aware that the following hour could be his last.
The hour or two time in between taking the potion was very important. It made sure that you weren't the last person to see the victim alive. Each prisoners cell is checked every hour, so the guard would see the victim at least two more times. In Karkaroffs case it would mean only two more torture sessions till he was released.
After deciding that everything was in place he was ready to leave. Each step provided Snape with another reason to turn back, each breath he took was like a scream of protest. This was the routine every time he would leave for the Dark Lord's castle. Even when you tried to pry yourself away from the mistakes of the past they would always pull you back.
Snape pushed the door to the entrance of Hogwarts open and strode out into the fading twilight. It would not be long now until he'd have to mask his face once more.
The forest loomed before him and after entering into it's hiding shadows he prepared to leave for the Castle. Snape would wait for the last shimmers of the sun to fade before he would activate his mark to draw him to Voldemort's location. Shadows began to grow as the son fell behind the horizon.
This was what his life was all about, one constant dark shadow. Almost as if he feared to step into the light where people would see him. The shadows held there secrets like none other and these secrets would always protect him. Still, someday the sun would rise once more and destroy the shadows. Bringing to light all the ugly creatures the shadows once hid. That was the thing Snape feared the most.
When the last light fell Snape pressed his wand to his mark and whispered the incantation that activated it's transportation power. With the pulling similar to a Port key Snape disappeared from the forest to begin his mission of mercy and death.
Snape landed in the stone room where all came when they drew themselves to the Dark Lord. After raising his black hood he began his walk to where the prisoners were kept. Every so often he would pass another cloaked figure, neither would acknowledge each others presence. Things like that weren't done, so you just passed in the halls.
Soon he arrived at large metal doors that barred entrance to where the prisoners were held. He pushed one open and his senses were immediately overwhelmed by the reek of the dead and decaying. Human filth and blood mixed in the air only making him cringe even more. Cries of pain from those suffering fates that he was non to envious of meet his ears. This was not a place where one left alive. Those who were brought here came to die.
After moving through the rows of cells he came to a door that was barred shut. He could hear the nonsensical ramblings of a man who was slowly being driven insane coming from behind the door. Obviously the Dementors had feed upon him. Though the Dementors had not left Azkaban he was sure some now dwelled in this place.
A unlocking charm opened the door and Snape stepped into the darkened room.
"Hello Karkaroff, pleased to see you again. Not doing to well are you?" Listening charms recorded the speech in the room, so Snape had to continue his charade. However while he continued to belittle him he began to draw golden lines on the floor.
He now had Karkaroffs attention. Though the man was almost insane, a spark of hope flooded into his eyes. Not the hope that came with escape, but the one that tells you that your journey is soon over. Snape scrawled the question that would determine Karkaroff's fate on the floor and Karkaroff nodded his head in approval. So Snape drew the vial from the depths of his robe and gave it to Karkaroff who eagerly gulped it's contents down. Snape stood and prepared to leave when Karkaroff spoke to him.
"Wait." His voice was cracked and raspy, yet he still struggled on. Snape moved to the mans side and knelt beside him.
"Beware.the.shadow..man.." With that said Karkaroff fell asleep to await his death. With those words in mind Snape left to return to Dumbledore.
****** Dumbledore Monday June 17th ******
It had been a busy weekend for Albus Dumbledore, and the week was shaping up to be just the same. Tonight he had several things that had to be accomplished, for leading a war was not a easy thing at all. Luckily he had less worries than he did a few days ago. He had sent Harry to were no one knew where he would be. This was one of his ulterior motives in sending Harry. No one could contact Harry but him and it would also give Harry a chance to get out with people who cared about him.
Tonight he was to meet with Arthur Weasley and discuss how the Ministry would be handled. It panned Albus greatly to have to work behind the Ministers back, he had so much hoped they could face this together. Perhaps with one united front they would be strong enough to meet Voldemort's challenge. Alas this was not to be. Albus didn't want to do what he knew he must, but he was given no other choice.
Albus planned to gather all his forces in meeting prior to the school year. It would take time to mobilize into groups, but until then he had to see who he could still count on. That was were Sirius would come into play. He had placed a lot of faith in Sirius, but he was still the best man for the job. This gave every one a opportunity to know what really happened that Halloween night. Now when they came together again there would be no need to reacquaint everyone with his innocence. It would do him some good to know others believed in him as well.
A knock on the door announced Arthur's presence. Now would begin the subtle game of control. The slow moving of pieces that would restructure the Ministry would now begin.
"Come in Arthur." The door opened to allow the Weasley patriarch into the room.
"Hello Albus, how might I be able to help you this evening. I was surprised you wanted to see me." Arthur took the seat nearest the desk that Dumbledore sat in.
"Yes I was wondering how things were at work? I've been hearing rumors that the Minister isn't in as much favor as he used to be." Now Albus would see Arthurs' stand point without betraying his own. Albus didn't want people to just agree with whatever he said. He wanted them to follow what they believed to be right.
"I won't beat around the bush with you Albus. The Minister is a complete fool, your word that You know who has returned carries much weight. The fact that Fudge refuses to hear it has hurt him greatly." Albus knew that this would come as a two edged sword. While he would gain some support, it would also make him the center of the Minister's attempt to discredit the movement.
"What does he make of the end of the tournament?" This would be the center of most of the dispute and it would be important to keep the points on the situation clear.
"It's not good Albus, not good at all. He's going to try and pin it on Harry. Would have drawn him in for questioning already if he hadn't been unable to find him. Word went out to some of his loyal Aurors yesterday. However Harry left Privet drive. The Muggles don't know where he went. Do you have any idea?" Arthur was clearly worried for the boy. However Albus smiled to himself for having the foresight to alter the Dursley's memories in context to Harry's location and who he left with.
"I believe that Harry is quite safe. I do have a favor to ask of you Arthur. I need you to feel the waters at the Ministry, find out who has the most control. Also I want you to decide who can be trusted. Dark times are coming and we must pull together those who we can count upon." Though Arthur didn't know it, he would be key to the fall of the Minister.
"I will do my best sir, you can count on me." With that Arthur stood and left the office allowing Dumbledore more time to think.
He had already realized that Harry would be endanger from the Ministry. Now was the time to act to protect the boy. Albus turned to the glass jar that sat on the shelf. He muttered some words and it glowed a pale shade of blue. Carefully Albus opened the lid and let the small insect out of it's prison.
"Come now and meet me as a human Rita. I may be a doddering old fool as you so kindly put, but I do know it's you." He smirked as the bug changed back into a human once more.
"This is wrongful imprisonment and you know it. I demand you let me leave right now, or I'll have your head." Rita had turned a beet red color in fury.
"I don't believe a bug has that power, NOW SIT DOWN!" Dumbledore raised his voice louder than most would ever here him. As if a hand grabbed her Rita fell into a seat.
"I have a offer to make you. I have use of someone with your particular skills. A war is coming and the Minister is dirty as well as many of his top officials. Alliances are forming and change is coming. If you accept my offer you will be the one to bring the latest news to the people. Slander our enemies all you want, but it will be expected that you will not hurt our side with your rubbish. I swear to you, if you do anything that could remotely hinder those who stand against Voldemort I will make you sorry." Dumbledore's voice held non of the kindness it usually showed. In war there was no room for kindness.
"What if I don't agree to your terms?" Rita was interested, and she would agree. Now she was just testing how far she could push and Dumbledore called her on it.
"I'm sorry if you were under the impression you had a choice in the matter. I believe you are mistaken." The air seemed to freeze around them and you could here a pin drop in the room.
"Now, I believe you heard what Arthur said. As you know we can't have him trashing young Mr. Potters name. Why don't you go tell what really happened. I'd hate for anyone to get the wrong impression. Your quite dismissed. Come back in a week to discuss what is new in the Wizarding world." Dumbledore returned to his papers and a visibly shaken Rita left his office. It had definitely been a long day.
However it was not to be over yet. Soon Severus walked through the door to report on his night as well. Albus was hoping to get a bit of extra sleep, but apparently that is not what fate had in store for him.
"Good evening Severus, I trust everything went well?" Albus had decided to get this over with as quickly as possible.
"Yes, Karkaroff should be taking his last breath any minute now." Dumbledore nodded and waited to see if there was anything else upon his potion masters mind.
"He was quite broken when I got there. A pity there wasn't anything more I could do for him. However his last words stuck with me. I'm not sure if they were the ramblings of the insane or not. He told me to beware the shadow man. I believe he meant Voldemort, yet he struggled to deliver the message like his life depended on it. Do you have anything more for me to do, I doubt we will be summoned tomorrow with Karkaroff dead." Severus's words played in Albus's mind. He would have to give thought to the matter, however only time would tell.
"No, I believe you have earned a rest. Take some time off my friend, I'm sure you have other things to do. I will summon you if there develops a need." Albus could tell that the past few days had weighed heavily on Severus and that he would need time before he was useful again.
"Thank you headmaster, I think I will do just that. I plan to get together with Lucius this weekend. Perhaps find out what is going on in Voldemort's inner circle. I haven't seen many of them at the Dark Castle. Not that you can really tell whose there and who isn't." With that said Snape rose and left the office for a much needed night sleep.
Albus was left with many questions that evening. He had to find out who could be trusted at the Ministry, he still wasn't sure how many Sirius would be able to bring, and now he had this new riddle to solve. Who is this shadow man, and what is he doing now.
****** Peter Pettigrew Tuesday June 18th ******
Peter felt his masters summons and rushed to answer it. He was used to being called at his masters whim so this was nothing new. Peter moved through the dark hallways towards the throne room to see what he had been summoned for this time.
This was what he had wanted, the life he had missed for so long. In the day's before his masters service he had no purpose. Now, Peter was powerful he had a purpose and most of all he was needed. He was his masters trusted servant. He was the one who brought his master back from exile, and he had been rewarded for it.
No longer would he have to live in hiding as a pet, now he would stand in glory. No longer would he stand in someone's shadow, or be the second best. He wasn't the weak one anymore.
Peter stopped in the middle of the hall way. What was he thinking about, it had been so long since the thoughts of second best had entered into his mind. He had almost allowed himself to believe that he wouldn't be haunted by his past. That was another life that he had long since given up for what he had now.
Yet still he found himself clinging to old jealousy. He had showed them all who he was. Peter Pettigrew the weak one had become the strongest of them all. Sure he had never been weak, but when surrounded with James, Sirius, and Lupin how could he compete. Now he had more power than they could ever dream of. What was a soul worth anyway?
Peter felt no different since he had traded his friends that Halloween night. If anything he was glad he did it, the ends had justified the means. So what was so bad about not having any friends or family, the death eaters where his friends and brothers. Peter long ago realized that he could live without friends. They were unnecessary, and whenever he felt the guilt he reminded himself of this.
One could live with guilt, Peter had proven this to himself. Eventually the feeling deadened away and you were left empty inside. Perhaps that's when you were truly lost. When you no longer care for the crimes you committed.
But Peter did care, not for James of Sirius but for Harry. He cursed the boy everyday. Why didn't he just die with his parents and they could have been together. He cared that Harry had to live without anyone. So when the boy spared his life it only made him feel even more guilty. Who was that boy to make him feel this way. He was strong and powerful, nothing should be able to bother him. Yet this did, as it would until the day he died.
His musings were cut short when he arrived before his master and fell on his knees.
"You summoned me master, how may I serve you?" He had come to expect pain in the service of his master. One was punished for his mistakes, as they should be, so Peter tried to give him no reason to do so.
"Yes, Karkaroff has died in his cell before we could use him for the ceremony. We will soon require another sacrifice. Leave now and capture those Dumbledore sent to the giants. Bring them back to me and they will make adequate sacrifices. You may take some of my new recruits as well as a division of 15. I want them alive Wormtail. Now leave my sight, I grow weary of your presence." Voldemort turned back to a parchment he had been examining when Peter had walked in.
Peter backed out of his masters throne room. He had learned that you never turned your back on his master, when you did you felt pain.
After making his way to the new recruit wing he selected five and gave them there orders on where to meet him in a hour. Then he was off to the foul pit once more. The beasts were more vile each time he saw them. Why his master would take such despicable fiends into his army was beyond him. He called for the division and before he had time to blink fifteen stood before him. They had some type of leather armor and each carried a sword and claw blade. Peter smiled to himself, at least they were obedient.
An hour later they had Port keyed into a forest in the shadow of a great mountain. Peter was unsure how best to begin the search but the beast warriors seemed to already be on it.
"There." The beast pointed in a direction towards the mountain. Apparently they had more uses the mindless killing machines.
"Fine, this is how we will proceed." Peter selected five beast warriors.
"You will travel ahead of us and leave a trail in the appropriate direction. Once you locate them you are to keep with them, however remain unseen until we catch up. Travel as quickly as possible." After distributing the final orders the selected best warriors took off into the forest. Peter and the remaining warriors set off at a slower pass.
****** Sirius and Brin Saturday June 22nd ******
"OK Sirius let's go over the plan one more time, if that's not to hard for you." Brin and Sirius had spent the last week going through every old address book they could get their hands on.
"All right, just once more though. You really are starting to give me a head ache you know. This is how it's going to go down. We'll wait until the guard changes and then I'll go in my dog form. Then I'll move to the side door and disable the alarm charms and let you in. Then we'll make our way to the census archive room." Sirius continued to relate the plan that they had worked tirelessly to prepare. They had soon come to the conclusion that Hogwart's graduates simply fell into a black hole after so many years. The only way they were going to be able to find all those they sought would be to break into a small Ministry archive building and remove some of the files they were searching for.
"Good, I'm glad you paid attention to me for once. Honestly sometimes I can't possibly understand what goes through that head of yours. Sometimes I wonder about you." Brin wanted this to go off with out a hitch, and it wouldn't due for them to get caught. No one must know that they were gathering those who would stand against Voldemort once more. They'd form a defense once more, and pray it would be strong enough.
"All right, so when should we pull this off. There still is the matter of how we get into the census room. You still haven't told me what this little diversion you cooked up would be." Brin had flat out refused to tell him what she had in mind.
"I put in a call to a good friend of mine. He's planning to come and do a spot inspection of their defense personnel on Thursday." Sirius still wasn't sure how this would help.
"Who could cause that big of a ruckus that all guards would be occupied." She was just teasing him and Sirius knew it.
"Let's just say he's going to check their CONSTANT VIGILANCE!"
****** Skirmish in the Woods Saturday June 22nd ******
Harry kept his eyes on the fire, while he let his other sense take over and scan the environment. He took the hilt of his blade and gripped it tightly. He wasn't ready for battle, but he would do his best if the situation arose. He let the tip of the blade rest in the dirt and traced a silent question to the group.
How Many. Was all he etched into the soil, yet all knew his meaning. Hagrid took a stick and made four marks in the dirt. Remus shock his head and made a fifth line. Whatever was out there didn't seem to want to attack, but they were watching them.
Harry was nervous, they could be attacked at any moment. However he would wait till they were ready for the situation. Hagrid had told him of all the possible creatures they could encounter and none seemed to friendly. For the first time Harry became aware of how loudly he was breathing, it almost hurt to take in air into his lungs. Remus gave Harry a nod to both reassure him and warn him that they would be making the first move.
Quickly he looked for defensible positions were he could have the advantage. A set of boulders close by would allow him to be able to put his back to something without having to hem him in to much. His heart was racing and everything seemed to slow down. This was not what he had expected, yet the situation now stared him straight in the eye.
Fine, if this was what life was going to throw at him then he'd meet it head on, with honor. Harry took one last deep breath before steadying his breathing and calming his pulse. A steely mask fell over his face and he gave Remus a nod to signify he was ready.
Remus and Madame Maxime were astounded at the change that Harry underwent in only a second. He went from looking like he wouldn't be able to handle the situation to someone who had faced death a thousand times before. Hagrid was not surprised at all. He had told Harry once before just what he thought of him, and he knew the boy would willing stand alone in the face of a army.
With speed Harry had never seen him use Remus made the first move. He drew his wand and banished the burning fire logs towards the woods. Within a instant a horrible creature sprang from where the fire now lit the bushes. It's body a mix of beast and man. Out of nowhere four more sprang fourth. One jumped forward only to be meet by a steel tipped arrow that whistled through the air. The metal ripping into it's flesh, yet it showed no sign of feeling pain. Harry dove for the rocks sending a stunning spell at one of the beasts as he rose to his feet once more. The spell slammed into the chest of the beast that was closest to Harry only to be shrugged off just as Hagrid's arrow had been. Madame Maxime was having similar problems with the beast that was now stalking towards her.
Realizing that simple spells would have no effect Harry moved on to stronger more dangerous magic. He shouted the incantation to a small fire spell that sent a ball of fire jetting towards the creature that now had its blade unsheathed and a claw like steel talon clutched in it's other hand. The spell hit the beasts shoulder and burned it till the skin was raw and blistered. Still the best made no reaction. The smell of burnt flesh meet Harry's nose as he leveled his own blade with the creature and prepared to fight.
Hagrid continued his barrage of arrows into the creature that was now charging him. The arrows making a sickening sound as they slammed into the still charging beast. Throwing the crossbow to the ground Hagrid lifted a small tree trunk with a stump still attached and wielded it like a club. The creature tried to match the makeshift club with his sword but the force of the blow was to great and the creature was knocked to the side. Seeing that Madame Maxime was having trouble he rushed to help her.
The beast had just backed Madame Maxime into a tree when Hagrid slammed full force into it's side. It went careening onto a pile of jagged rubble crippling it's left arm. Hagrid turned to face the one he had knocked away before and began to advance on it with his trunk once more.
Remus Lupin had thrown his wand to the side in favor of his sword and began to face off with the beast that was now attacking him furiously. Remus' improved werewolf strength allowed him to keep himself in control of the situation. All the while he kept his eye on the fifteen year old boy who was fighting for his life as well.
Harry's blade whistled through the air as he attempted to lay a clumsy blow to the warriors side. Harry knew he was loosing ground, he was being pushed into a corner. He would die if he didn't due something fast. The creature's overwhelming strength was taking it's toll on Harry. Harry looked to where the other's were fighting and saw that they were not doing as poorly as he was. However he was in a position to see something Remus didn't. The creature was pushing him towards a fifth who was lying in wait. He had to do something to warn Remus, but he first had to deal with this beast that seemed to be as tough as a dragon. Then it hit him, if they could resist spells like a dragon perhaps they shared the dragons weakness as well. Harry jumped back against the rocks and shouted the spell Krum had used to blind the dragon he had fought in the tournament. Harry shouted "Conjunctiva" and pointed his wand towards the creatures eyes. The beast let out a cry of rage and dropped it's claw so it could rip at it's face. Harry took his opportunity and did a diving roll. He turned back towards the beast and cut through it's left leg, severing the tendons and causing the beast to fall to the ground. Black blood splashed free from where he had cut the beast and where ever it landed it burned the ground. It continued to thrash about and pull itself in the his direction, all the while waving it's sword about trying to get a piece of anyone it could. A moment of indecision crossed Harry's face before he hardened himself and brought his blade down behind the creatures head. Harry didn't stop to see the head flop off, he dashed over to help Remus.
Madame Maxime began firing large balls of fire towards the beats injured arm, burning away it's skin. It initially took no notice of her attack, but as the fire burned through it's flesh the pain caught up with the best. Seeing no other option Madame Maxime sent a severing charm toward the creature removing it's limb. Picking up Hagrids' Fallen crossbow she leveled it at the beasts head and let off a shot that struck true to it's mark. The arrow pierced it's skull and it fell over dead on the ground.
Hagrid continued to swing the massive tree stump in the direction of his attacker. The beast had resorted to keeping a distance and letting Hagrid tire himself out. However Hagrid was not to be defeated, he had forced the creature into a trap. It took one more step back and found itself pressed against a large boulder. No sooner did it recognize it's doomed position than Hagrid brought the tree stump down on it's head, crushing it's skull.
Remus had the beast well under control, it was tiring and soon he would strike. The beast, though skilled, attacked without thinking. Remus planned to take advantage of that. However something interrupted him. He saw Harry running towards him and as he drew closer he shouted to watch out behind him. Remus trusted Harry, so he swung his blade behind him in a circle. It meet the flesh of the fifth beast and served it's head. The beast turned in the direction of the approaching voice only to be meet with Harry's blade slamming into it's heart. It to fell to the ground lifeless.
A silence fell over the battlefield as everyone took stock to make sure hey were uninjured. The black blood that had been spilled ate away at the ground around them. It was a unanimous silent decision amongst them that it was time to start their ascent into the mountains.
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A/N Another chapter done. A good length one to. Boy there is a lot going on right now. I was really happy with the way certain parts of this chapter shaped up. I've decided that Remus is going to be one of Harry's most trusted confidants. So look for them to become closer. I hope Dumbledore came across OK, I don't want him to be a real manipulative person. But I do think he's the kinda guy who has a plan for everything. Peter was difficult to right. I had a hard time really getting into his head. I hope I did that OK. I hope you all liked it bunches. I really appreciated all those who reviewed. I read them all and take everyone's thoughts into consideration. I appreciate each positive comment I get. Next chapter should have Harry's first week in the mountains as well as Snape and Lucius and Sirius and Brin breaking in to get the Census files and finally Voldemort will begin to close in on something that you won't know about till closer to the end of summer. That didn't make much sense did it? you'll get it sooner or later. Also I'll probably continue some of the subplots that have events coming up as well.
Once again I'd like to thank all of you who took the time to read my story, and a special thanks to those who reviewed. The next Chapter should be out sometime around Friday evening or Saturday morning. Probably Friday.
R/R Thanks, I love you, buh-bye! : )
