Disclaimer: This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none. And this little piggy does not own Harry Potter. So she cried all the way home.

Does anybody read theses, I work hard to come up with creative disclaimers.

Harry Potter and the Call to War!

Chapter 7: The Drums Begin

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Harry: Part 1 (July 21st Monday)

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"Who am I...?" Darkness enveloped a small figure who appeared to be no older than 5 years old. The young boy had messy black hair and brilliant green eyes that sparkled in the surrounding darkness like two emeralds catching the last rays of the sun. His small frame was wracked with shivers as a icy wind seemed to pick up from somewhere in the unfathomable distance.

"Unwanted child, cast out of Gods sight to walk in misery." A chorus of voices of all ages seemed to repeat the phrase all around the small boy. They swirled around him coming from all directions, yet seeming to originate from inside his own mind.

"Your a curse of death, bringing pain to all who ever knew you." A distinctly female voice seemed to whisper in the young boys ear. Pain filled the poor souls heart, why wouldn't these voices just leave him alone.

"Your life is constantly bought through the death of others. You live on borrowed time that doesn't belong to you." Why were the voices saying such hurtful things? Tears began to well up in the boys eyes, he tried to curl up into a ball but found he couldn't move.

The darkness seemed to enlarge to provide room for a massive figure standing above the young boy. The figure held sticks in his hands, and wires connected these sticks to something unseen. The man moved the sticks and the boy felt himself compelled to move against his will. Now he could see them, the wires were attached to his own arms and legs.

"Dance my little puppet, do as I say. You can trust me, I would never lead you astray." A kindly voice spoke to the boy, but it lied. The boy could see he was walking to the edge of the cliff, no he was being led there against his will.

"Step lively my puppet, maybe one day you will walk on your own. Yes, you will understand when your older." The boy tried to resist but the man just guided him closer to the cliff. Then ,without a second thought, he was forced to jump off the cliff into the darkness. The wires snapped and he fell into the vast deep.

The boy fell for eternity before he realized he wasn't falling at all. He was in the unfathomable darkness once more. The voices were gone, no more puppeteer to guide him. They had left him alone, just as he knew he would always be in the end.

"I know who I am." The boy stood in the darkness, making his proclamation for no one in particular to here. Yet it was still important that he spoke, if only to reassure himself he had a voice at all. Before the boy could speak hands appeared to silence his sentence.

"We will tell you who you are!" The voices were back, but they no longer spoke individually. It was like everyone who every lived was speaking for him. They proclaimed him many things, so many things that they began to bleed together and press in on him.

"You are the Death bringer, you ride the devils horse bringing death to all around you!"

"You are the Pocked man, cursed to spread disease upon the world!"

"You are the cursed hero, only by your death can the tragic tail end!"

"You are the dark savior, face what we do not wish to see!"

"You are the mule, beast of burden to the worlds pain!"

Now the voices spoke together.

"You are winged death. Fast and lethal, all you touch will fall away in your hands!"

The boy fell to the ground, he couldn't stand the pain anymore. He was slipping away, but no one would answer his calls for help. They had disappeared again, they didn't want him anymore.

"I am God's forsaken child." The boys eyes slipped closed and he disappeared into the darkness once more. The world faded out of existence leaving the darkness alone once more.

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Harry jumped out of bed, the nightmare fresh in his mind. Where had that come from, what did it mean. When he really thought about it he knew exactly where it had come from. It was a combination of all his fears and pain. It was everything he felt deep inside but would never express. These were his insecurities, things he knew to be true but still refused to except.

For now he had more important things to think about then his own strange dreams. They had arrived at the Giants camp two days ago, and had been confined to their tents from the moment they arrived. Torag had explained that it would be necessary for the giants to arrange a proper meeting to decide if they'd even want to hear what the group wanted to say. Till a decision was reached they would be confined to their tents.

Torag had dropped by repeatedly to discuss what was happening. Apparently, his wasn't the only tribe to have a run in with the savage. Refugee's from many of the half giant camps had been pouring in like a river for several days now. Still, Torag promised that there would be a chance to speak soon.

The little of the city Harry got to see was quite impressive. The outer wall encircled almost the entire area hidden above the magical storm that protected the mountain. Buildings stretched higher than Harry could imagine, and he felt rather like a dwarf in a human house in comparison. Similar structures to that of Torags camp were also spaced through the city, though the ones in the city tended to be more lavishly done.

Harrys' traveling compatriots weren't looking to good. The longer they were forced to wait the more nervous they seemed to become over the ordeal they faced ahead of them. Harry actually felt a bit at ease over it, all he had to do was answer questions under a truth potion. It wasn't like he was going to have to deal with a dragon or anything.

If anything this break from travel was what Harry really needed. It gave him a chance to finish up some of the studies he had been working on during the trip. He was making a lot of progress in Apparition and the list of curses he could through had been growing exponentially. Since his sword was currently busted he was forced to read books on various forms of sword play. Some of the styles were quite unique and He was beginning to combine different aspects to pick something that suited him especially.

A knock on the tent flap drew Harry out of reading one such book. Remus rose from a chair in the small kitchenette and answered the flap. Torag stuck his head into the flap, presenting a very interesting picture when Harry thought of it. Here was a giant, who from the outside was a lot bigger than the tent, that could now crawl into the tent and fit comfortably. This would definitely be odd for any non magic person if they were to ever happen across the scene of a half giant crawling into a small tent and then disappearing inside.

"The council is convening in 20 minutes. You are to prepare yourselves to present before them immediately. I will wait outside and escort you to the Hall of Elders where you will be heard." Torags head disappeared from the entrance and Harry was struck by the weight of the half giant's words. After waiting so long it had happened just like that, they would be seen in twenty minutes. The nerves that everyone had been feeling flooded into his stomach and he had a hard time convincing himself of his own prior thoughts.

Remus instructed Harry to put on one of his battle robes, as they would be appropriate concerning their business. The fact that they were some of his only robes that weren't worn from travel also helped. Harry dawned a pair a crimson battle robes that cut off around his shoulders to allow his arms to be free. Remus gave Harry a pair of black gloves that ran all the way up to the elbows. Metal plates ran across the outside of his arm in horizontal lines, they ran from the end of the gloves all the way down to his wrist. One metal triangular plate was fastened to the back of his hands. A split in the robes just around mid thigh separated the fabric and allowed greater movement in his legs. Remus also gave him black leather boots that ran half way up to his kneecap and were platted in a similar way to his gloves. He also gave him a holster for his wand that hooked onto the underside of his gloves and allowed the wand free to slid into his hand. Altogether Harry looked ready to go into battle against anyone who dared challenge him.

"All right I guess we're ready as we'll ever be." Harry and the rest stepped out of the tent and were overtaken with a sight they hadn't expected. The city was teaming with half giants of all sizes. Torag had told them of the migration but they hadn't thought it would be of this size. It was overwhelming to be surrounded by so many figures who were so much taller than you.

They made their way through the city of giant stone building and approached one in the very center of the city that was giant even under giant standards. The entrance looked similar to that of Gringotts, with one large front door that lead into the main building. When they approached they saw true 16 foot tall giants holding massive chains that were attached to the door. The giants pulled on the metal chains and the door groaned as it was forced open. Inside was one big hall, where the ceiling was so high that it was clouded by shadows. The shadows gave it the appearance of a vast empty eternity, and Harry was reminded of his dream. Shaking off the sadness that his dream brought he forced his attention to the rest of the room. On either side of the room were seats that went up like a stadium. Giants and Half giants crowded everywhere in the room to get a look at the humans who had come to speak with them. At the front of the room sat five giants, they were well off the floor of the hall behind what was similar to a Muggle courtrooms judges box.

"Approach humans, but know you tread in dangerous waters." A male giant of indeterminate age beckoned them to the front of the room. Torches that blazed with flames the size of bonfires provided light along the way and illuminated into the room. As they reached the center Harry recognized three male and two female giants sat to judge them.

"Speak now, tell us why you have dared come here. Know that your words could determine your own fates." Harry wasn't sure if their case had been decided before they even entered the room. Were the giants just going through motions before they made a predetermined decision.

"I, Hagrid come before ye' with a request." Harry had heard Hagrid practice his speech for the past two days. The half giant was so stressed at proving himself before Dumbledore that he hadn't slept at all.

"I bring word tha' You know who has risen' again." A murmur rose through the assembly and the giant in the center of the room had to call for order before Hagrid could continue.

"Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, would like ter make a treaty fer the times ahead." A murmur once more arose throughout the assemblage and the lead judge once more had to quiet them.

"What proof do we have that there is any validity to this. The humans lie and the have turned on us before." Hagrid summoned Harry to his side. Harry wasn't sure this was such a good idea anymore. He was ready to call the whole thing off, maybe wait another day or two.

"I brung one who was ther' and with a truth potion he'll tell yah wha' he saw." Remus walked to Harry's side and pulled out the small vile Dumbledore had given him. Harry took one nervous look at everyone who was now looking at him and then swallowed the contents.

Instead of allowing Hagrid to question Harry the giants did it themselves. They asked about the events leading up to Voldemort's rise, then about the rise itself. The giant's questioned him about the ceremony used to raise the Voldemort. They seemed quite interested in the part Harry himself played in the ritual, and how he had escaped afterwards. After twenty minutes Harry began to feel the effects of the potion slip away.

"I think the potion is stopping now." He voiced his thoughts and the Giants turned back to Hagrid. A murmur was still circulating through the room after his testimony. Some spoke of his escape, and the impossibility that anyone could escape Voldemort. But he also heard replies from some of the Half giants he had meet. Some spoke of his ferocity in battle, and how they could easily see him fighting against overwhelming odds. Harry couldn't help but inwardly smile that he had at last brought some to his side. The giant hushed the room and began to speak.

"The matter still remains that your own ministry does not believe in the return of the evil one. Why should we help you when your own government refuses to help. You base your entire case around a boy, a human boy at that. Humans have no honor therefore who cares what they say." Harry couldn't believe his ears. He had been right before, the Giants had long ago made their decision. They weren't even going to consider what he had said.

"Therefore, I am forced to make a decision on a claim that has no merit at all." No, he couldn't let it end this way. He came so far to tell them, so far to ask for help and they had decided before they even reached their destination. He had to say something.

"So, it is a unanimous decision by all five high councilors of the giant empire." Say something now damn it, before it's to late. Say something, don't let the moment slip away. You swore to yourself, say something for the love of God.

"Our decision is to .." This is it now or never. I refuse to die a coward!!!!!

"NO!!!!!!" Harry's scream brought the attention of the whole room to him. The head judge stopped speaking and brought her attention to the boy who stood before them.

"How dare you speak in our presence. You are human and have no honor in this court room. You may not speak." She quieted when someone stepped out of the auditiorium seats. A tall half giant walked to the side of the young human boy, and for a second Harry thought he had drank his last butter beer.

"Torag, what business do you have in this matter that you have stepped forward. Do not sully your good name with this human filth." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but his relief turned when he thought of what Torag would say.

"This human has more honor than many I have known in the past. He has fought with the spirit of a giant in the past, and in my eyes he is one of my own kind. He is man enough to fight with honor, and he is honorable enough to speak his mind in this court room. I extend my clans honor on his behalf." A loud murmur struck up in the court room once more. Even the judges seemed surprised that a leader would risk the honor of his clan on a human.

"Torag, you understand the implications of your actions." The half giant nodded, and then took his seat once more.

"The matter is mute anyway. We have reached our decision and we will pronounce it." Harry was still fighting with himself. Emotions raged inside him, but the one that took most note was disappointment. Not disappointment over the decision, but in the state of these living beings. They were as bad as Fudge, refusing to believe what had been set before them. Harry immediately understood the disappointment Dumbledore had in Fudge when they parted.

"Fine, you have reached your decision. That I understand, but if I don't speak my mind I will regret it for the rest of my life. I stand before you today offering a hand of friendship, yet you stand on the same prejudiced grudges you say my people hold. By coming here we asked you to rise above those grudges of the past. We ask you to unite not as giants and humans, but as people who know what's right and are willing to defend it. Instead you sink to the level of those you say have no honor. You ignore the truth because you think it doesn't concern you. Your wrong, it does concern you whether you admit it or not. A war brews in the future and all present know it, hide all you like it still comes. One day you will be forced to choose sides in this war. We won't force you to, but Voldemort will. When that day comes I'll be there standing on the same battlefield, only we won't be standing side by side. We will stand as enemy's and as much as I beg you now to join with us, I will show no mercy that day." Harry turned his back on the council and began to walk out of the hall. He had said his peace, but still he felt he had to make one more effort. At the doors he stopped and turned his head around.

"I beg you once more to consider what has been said here today. Even if you reach the same decision at least consider it. You are deciding more than a answer to a few travelers who have come before you. You decide the fate of your children, and your children's children. You decide what type of world you want them to grow up in, and you decide the example you set for them." Harry stepped out of the slightly opened doors and broke into a run. He couldn't stay their any longer he had to leave before the emotions inside him broke him down.

An hour later found the young boy sitting with his feet dangling over the large wall that surrounded the city. He was just staring into the blue skies and snow tipped mountains around them. A resignation had settled somewhere inside him. The people he had traveled with as friends could soon be his enemies. He would have to fight them the same way he had fought the savage. Those who he had laughed with would be on the other end of his sword. Just like his dream had told him, he brought death to all those around him. He was the boy who God cast out, forced to fight and kill all his life. A angel of death that lay a trail of tears and blood where ever he went.

"Quite a view isn't it? Sometime I wonder if I'd prefer to live her than further down the mountain." Harry turned to see Torag standing behind him. Guilt clouded into his mind over what he had said. Torag had offered his honor, and he had basically threatened to kill all those in the room.

"I'm sorry for what I said, I should of thought about what it meant to you." Torag looked at him appraisingly, the giant couldn't help but notice the way the boy always thought of others before himself. He wasn't concerned what the giants would do to him. No he was worried about breaking the trust that was placed in him.

"You spoke with your heart and your words were true. If you backed out on them it would be a breach of honor, but I believe you will hold true to what you said. If the council does decide to not enter into a alliance then I have utmost faith that you would stand firm to your words. I would even pity those who stood against you." Torags words reassured Harry, but something was off about them. Hadn't the council already reached it's decision.

"But I thought they already decided to ignore the threat." Torag smiled for the first time, his smile reminding Harry of Hagrid.

"If your words did anything, it was to break up the order in the room. A recess was called and the decision is to be passed when they reconvene. That's why I came actually, they asked that you be summoned back to the hall." Harry nodded and brought his feet back over the battlements. All he had managed to do was piss off a whole bunch of giants. They sent him on a mission of peace and all he did was threaten to kill them all. At least he found something he wasn't good at, he definitely didn't have skills as a ambassador.

Harry reentered the courtroom and made his way back up to where Remus, Hagrid, and Madame Maxime were standing. The two men looked down at Harry and he was hesitant to meet their gazes. When he did he was shocked to see what he found, no sadness or anger marred their face. Pride sparkled in both their eyes, they were proud of him for what he had done. Not that it really mattered to him at the moment, he had said the words because that was how he felt. Even if they were disappointed in him, he would have stood by his actions.

The five giants walked back into the room and took a seat at the high table. This was it, from this moment on he would have to look at them as potential enemies. The head of the council called for order and a hush fell over the room.

"During the past hundred years much blood has been spilled between our people. In the end we were forced to leave some of our homes and travel here. But that is what it must now remain. The past hundred years are simply that, the past. Come forward." The Giant made a motion to the side and a sixth giant walked into the room. The giant was some 18 feet tall and carried something in his hands. His palms were face up and resting across them was the blade of a sword. The metal blade of the sword was five feet long and had a hilt that ran a little more than a half a foot. The Giant didn't dare touch the hilt and carried the sword like it was something sacred. The Giant walked before the group and lowered himself so that the blade was at their level.

"Young human, you have spoken with more honor than I have heard in many years. Perhaps today may bring hope between our two races. Do you accept." At first Harry was shocked to have the council leader speaking to him like this. Then he just nodded.

"Than take the blade called Rage and may their be honor in how ever you wield it." Harry wasn't sure if he could even swing the sword much less wield it, but he recognized what was happening and reached out to take the hilt. All the while a murmur began to run through the assembly at what was happening. They spoke like there was something more to this ceremony than meets the eye.

Harry took the hilt of the sword and used all the strength in his body to lift the blade that was as long as he was tall off the giants arms. The metal was three times thicker than any normal sword, and it showed it in the weight. Still Harry managed to lift the blade off the giants arms.

"The task has been accepted, you will now be our voice wherever you go. Speak well, and speak with honor in your world where we cannot travel. Our strength is yours in battle, use the trust well. Do all in the best interest of those who you represent, it is in your hands now." This was to much, he hadn't expected the giants to ally. Now he was their representative, this was just more responsibility. More voices to tell him what he was, more hands stopping him from declaring himself.

"This has been agreed by all members of the council. The task has been accepted, speak now council is he worthy." The five giants rose before Harry had a chance to object to the arrangement. What could he saw anyway, he accepted a task he had no business taking. He engaged in a ceremony he didn't know the meaning of. The giants spoke starting on the left.

"I, Huro Vemar, of the Stone Wash Giants find him worthy. In your sword rests the spirit of my clan, may your enemies be ours." The giant turned and left the room through a door at the back of the hall.

"I, Vesta Tenave, of the White Hammer Giants find him worthy. May all quake at your might, and may all deeds be filled with honor." The giantess rose and followed the same path.

"I, Coran Fellor, of the High Peak Giants find him worthy. Let yours deeds be worthy of tales that will be told through out time." The giant turned and left with the other two.

"I, Fridwulfa Hemor, of the Stone Club Giants find him worthy. May you guide those you take to battle well, and may victory not be far behind your steps." Harry turned to see Hagrid, the half giants face had fallen. He had turned whiter than when he was being sent to Azkaban. Harrys' mind rushed to find the cause, then it turned to the article posted last year. Could this giantess be his mother.

"I, First Speaker Gorel Revan, of the Red Blood Giants find him worthy. May your deeds carry as much weight as your words have today." The head judge stepped down from the table and left the room.

Harrys' mind began to swirl, this was to much to fast. He needed air and he needed it fast. He had to get out of the council now, but where would he go? He had to get back to the battlements and think, clear his head. He had to find the solution, give the responsibility back and tell them it had been a mistake.

The boy left the hall in a whirl. He hadn't even noticed that he left the sword back in the chamber. Soon he was sitting with his feet dangling over the edge once more. The world was closing in on him again, forcing his hands in directions he didn't want to go. Adding more strings of responsibility to a puppet that was already tied down.

"I thought I'd find you here again. You left this back in the hall, I promised your friends I would find you and bring it to you." Harry turned to see Torag was holding the long sword by the blade like the first giant had.

"What have I gotten myself into. I didn't know I was excepting all this, I don't think I can handle this. God, I feel so trapped." Torag dropped the sword at Harrys' feet and then looked at the boy. For the first time Harry was surprised to see a scowl on the mans face.

"What do you want me to say, you don't have to take it. It's your responsibility now, so own up to it. Don't give me any of this unworthy crap, because I know you can do it." Harry just shock his head, who was this giant to tell him what to do. Just another voice in his head.

"You don't know how the hell I feel, don't tell me what I can and can't do. God, I'm just so sick of this. When can people just let me make my own decisions, I'm tired of all these ropes pulling me along." Torag looked at the boy confusedly and then realized what was bothering him. The boy wanted control of his own life, and he thought this was just going to be another thing taking that away.

"Fine, you want control of your life. Cut the damn strings! You've been given a weapon and power of your own, so use it. The council didn't choose your friends to speak for and lead the giant army, they choose you. In the end it's you who is to decide if we are to attack. We aren't excepted out on our own, so we chose you to be our eyes and ears. It's up to you to act on what you see, not even your head master can choose this. So I say again, take the sword and cut your own damn strings." Harry looked at the giant he had come to trust. He knew he couldn't cut all the strings, their were still things that were being kept from him. Still things that were used to control him, and they might always be their. However this was power of his own, this was a chance to let him have the final say in something.

"So be it." Harry took the sword from the ground and did his best to lift the awkward blade. Torag watched him and then laughed.

"I think you need to put a little more muscle on before you'll be wielding that. No matter, just lifting Rage will build your muscles." Harry thought of the swords name, Rage, it was fitting for such a sword. He definitely needed to practice with the blade. It would require a lot of work to be able to have quick and powerful strokes with such a huge blade. But if there was one thing Harry wasn't afraid of, it was hard work.

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Harry, Part 2a (August 14th Thursday) (A/N All these dates get confusing don't they.)

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Since the great council Harry had found himself very busy. He had been so busy that he had forgotten his birthday, which is understandable considering how important the day was in the past. He had to immerse himself in the culture so that he could understand what his position now entailed. A flurry of military activity had swept over the giant camp for the past few weeks. Signs that the giants were preparing for war were everywhere, and due to his position Harry was getting hands on experience.

Rage had never left his back since Harry had gotten the sword. He now wore his battle robes everyday and the addition of the sword seemed to complete his attire. A interesting sheath was designed for the blade so that Harry could wear it on his back. Since it would be to hard for him to withdraw the blade from a fully sealed sheath they had created one to suit his needs. A loop of leather was designed so that the blade would slide all the way down to the hilt. Then a strap was attached so that Harry could fasten the blade to his back. In order to keep the blade from swinging freely a cord was attached to the loop that ran to the other end of the blade. A small leather pocket was attached at the other end of the cord so that the tip of the blade slid into the pocket. Thus the blade was secured, but could easily be drawn in a arcing motion instead of having to lift it out of the sheath.

The added weight of the blade was at first a bit awkward for Harry, but he soon got used to it. He had to practice swinging the blade to develop the strength he would need to put behind his blows. In the morning Harry would run in the mountains and swing his sword in slicing motions so that he could build up his strength. Through the weeks Harry began to develop the strength needed to wield such a massive blade. Remus had even found it hard to counter Harrys blows and was forced onto the defensive when they practiced. Mostly Harry practiced on his own though.

Harry's dreams had continued, and they only got more weird. They had begun to bring Harry a morbid outlook on his life. Whispers in his ears told him he lived through the death of others. Voices told him he was a cast out, forced down the path of death. Looking around him and knowing that he would one day be leading these people to their deaths did nothing to reassure him.

More and more half giants moved higher into the mountains, they had set up camps in the upper reaches of the mountain. Reports rolled in on moving savage all over the mountains, it almost seemed that another war was being prepared. Now communications were running throughout all the half giant camps and a unspoken alliance was formed to fight off the threat.

Through this all Harry had begun to learn the lessons of leadership. Invaluable tools that would help him through out the future. Skills that he would be called to use sooner than he could expect. Torag and Remus had been invaluable sources of help recently. They had offered him information on historical battles and how to deploy troops. All together Harry was getting a crash course in strategy.

Doubts still raged in his mind about whether he could handle this. Torag had told him that he was chosen not because of his skill, but because of his conviction. Passion was something that all giants valued and Harry had shown his worth. He was chosen because he would be a true representative of the giants wishes. Still, doubts would surface themselves here and their.

Life continued over the weeks in the mountains, and thoughts of the outside world sometimes crept into Harry's mind. Harry lay on a warm stone basking in the sun. He held Rage with both hands on the hilt and pointed the blade straight up to the sky. He seemed destined to have to walk by the blade and wand. His muscles burned from holding the blade fully extended and upright for so long.

"Who am I?" He spoke to no one in particular, just asking a question that ran through his mind constantly now. Sometimes he wished the boy in his dreams would get to answer that question. To tell the truth he wasn't even sure he had the answer. Other questions burned in his heart, some so painful he didn't dare voice. Like how many lives can you take before God no longer wants to look at you? Had he already crossed the line, or was just one enough? Maybe their really was no God, if their was how could he be left to suffer so long? Was he really Gods unwanted child? Was he just some walking bearer of death, destined to kill all those around him? If so, then why bother fighting it, maybe he should just give in and kill the voice in the back of his head.

Harry lay the blade down at his side and closed his eyes. He would let the dream come again, maybe this time he could learn who he was. But the dream didn't come, instead of the dream he got a nightmare.

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Snape, (August 14th Thursday)

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Weeks had gone by since Severus had sat at the table of the Dark Lord. He hadn't been summoned for so long that he had begun to think Voldemort had become aware of what he was doing. That's the price of being a spy though, you were always in danger of your next meeting being your last. Not that Severus was fearful of death, in fact he almost welcomed it. No he wasn't suicidal or anything, just tired of having to live with so much blood on his hands. Each time he wore this mask the blood only got thicker, growing heavier until he didn't know if he could stand anymore. Still, he managed to shoulder his burden once more to come here.

Severus didn't know to much about what the Dark Lord was up to. He had found out that there had been a ceremony of some sorts at the beginning of the summer, but the results of it were still a mystery. Entire levels of the castle were reserved for only those who attended the ceremony and Snape was left to speculate what was on those floors. No one was allowed to speak of the ceremony itself, but the Dark Lord had announced that a surprise would be revealed soon enough.

Lucius had informed him that the Dark Lord had a steady stream of the unknown victims coming into the castle. He had killed 19 of them since the last time Snape had been allowed into Voldemort's private chamber. Now he was sitting at the Dark Lords dinner table along with Malfoy and Pettigrew.

Severus wasn't entirely sure why Pettigrew was kept so close to the Dark Lord. The man was a liability concerning keeping the rebirth a secret. Not to mention that Black, Potter, or Lupin would kill to get a chance to rip into the man. He was a pathetic wizard who could be compared to the buffoon Longbottom. Still, it was smart to surround yourself with some followers who couldn't think for themselves. Pettigrew now has to rely on the Dark Lord entirely, he could never show his face again. The man was just a step above a slave.

The Dark Lord stepped into the room and Severus was forced to suppress a shudder. Voldemort disgusted him, and the man only served a reminder that he once idealized this kind of person. The thought that he had sunk so low to bend and kiss this trashes feet was pathetic. He had killed and lost his chance at a future in the name of this half blood who proclaimed full blood rights.

"I have had a feast prepared in honor of this day. After so long I have taken another step towards my goal. I now have the information to proceed in my quest. To think, all I had to do was offer one of them a chance to live and return to their family." Severus raised a eyebrow, the Dark Lord never allowed one of his prisoners freedom. The only way a prisoner left the Dark Lord was when they were dead. Even then some are never allowed to leave, Severus sometimes wondered what this monster had used the bodies for.

"We will discuss prior business while the meal is prepared. Wormtail, I trust the emissaries to the giants have been taken care of?" The Dark Lord seemed to be in a good mood, still the sadistic smile that quirked on the Dark Lords face could draw fear into anyone. Severus noted that the coward had begun to shake a bit. The fool should have realized by now that you never show fear in the presence of a predator. It only urges them to attack. The news that the Dark Lord had sent men to ambush the emissaries was a shock to him though. They had not heard from the group since they had left, and would not hear from them until they returned in a few weeks. Dumbledore had not told him to much about this mission, no one really knew what the others were doing. It was important to keep their hand as guarded as possible.

"Sir.. it didn't go as well as hoped. A advance party tipped them off to our presence and by the time we caught up with them they were in the company of half giants. We were forced to take control of several trolls in the area, but their numbers were to great." The Dark Lords face darkened and his gaze turned icy.

"You have nothing of use to report, I sent you with 20 and you could not stop them. Even with the help of trolls you couldn't stop a small party. Had they evaded you I might have been more understanding, but you lost in open combat." Wormtail paled as the Dark Lord stood from his seat.

"I can tell you who was sent though master, and I do have a little useful information. Along with the half giants you had predicted others were sent. Lupin and Potter were along with them. Together with the half giants we were unable to overcome them. Potter is becoming quite skilled my Lord, both in magic and with the blade. He managed to kill several out of our number. The half giants were well trained, and fought off the mountain trolls as well as the soldiers you sent with me. I injured both Lupin and Potter in the battle sir, and had I just a few more men we would have won the day." Severus was plainly shocked that Dumbledore would send the precious Potter off into battle. The fact that the boy was growing in power was not as surprising, but that he would be away from protection was. Perhaps the cocky boy would grow up during the summer, Snape knew to well how battle forced a person to grow up. It had changed him when he had first killed, and he had no doubt it would have some effect on the self righteous Gryffindor.

"I don't want your excuses, your mission was a failure. The fact that Dumbledore would send Potter into danger is surprising, but it is not worth investing men to find this out. Beware Wormtail, if the boy doesn't one day kill you I will." Wormtail was white when he sat back down.

"Now gentlemen, let me tell you something interesting. Pay attention Pettigrew, this applies especially to you." Pettigrew sat forward in his chair to give his rapt attention.

"I happen to come across a Chinese restaurant one day and they had one of the most interesting ways of preparing food. I simply had to try it myself so I had the house elves prepare something special to commemorate the day. You see what they would do is scale, gut, and cook a fish, but the interesting thing is they would do it all while still keeping the fish alive. So in honor of the delightful Chinese wizard who told me what I wanted to know we will eat in this style tonight." Voldemort rang a bell and the house elves pushed a long metal table into the room. A sheet covered the meal, but the smell of cooked meat wafted in the air.

Voldemort walked over to the table and pulled off the sheet to reveal a sight that would haunt even Lucius Malfoy's nightmares. On the table lay a short naked Asian man. His stomach had been hollowed out and some type of soupy broth had been placed in his empty stomach cavity. Fruit and bread lay against his sides and on his slowly rising and falling chest. Severus suppressed vomit that was rising in his throat when he realized the man was still alive. He was still clearly breathing and Severus was sure he could see his heart beat in the mans reddened chest. The man gave a moan and Severus almost lost it right there. He could see that Lucius was in a similar position where he was standing.

"I said I'd let you live didn't I, and I'll be sure to send the left- overs home to your family" The Dark Lord spoke as he took a roll and dipped it into the soup in the mans stomach before slurping the juices. The Dark Lord took out a bowl and filled it with the broth, then he proceeded to carve a hunk of meat off the calve muscle and place it in his soup.

At this point Severus did get a mouthful of vomit and had to force himself to swallow it once more. This was beyond torture, this was just sick. The Dark Lord bent down closer to the body, and licked the sticky fruit juices off the mans chest.

Severus watched in disgust as the Dark Lord ate his meal. The man continued to moan on the table. Then he gave a shuddered breath and screamed with whatever he had left in him. The Dark Lord took his fork and stabbed it into the mans screaming mouth. He impaled the tongue and pulled it taught out of his mouth. Then he bent forward and bit it out of the mans mouth.

"See what you did now, food should be seen and not heard. You completely made me loose my appetite. Oh well, we'll just have to have the house elves put you in a doggie bag. I'm sure your family will appreciate the meal, you were so concerned about them starving without you." The Dark Lord smiled with blood on his chin as the house elves pushed the mans body out of the room.

"Now, on to business. Our dinner guest tonight informed me of the location of a object that I want badly. The map is currently residing in the depths of the Dwarves city known as Tavin's Hall. The mountain stronghold is nearly impregnable and once they shut their gates we will need spell batteries to force them out. So, we are going to attack and lay siege to their city. Lucius, you will be in charge of the attack, as I have other more pressing business to attend to. The battle will be in two days, I expect Dumbledore to be there along with who ever he can drag up. Severus, what is Dumbledore's current status?" Severus was shocked that the Dark Lord was prepared to make a large scale attack so soon. Where had he gotten the recruits to pull off a siege? He had seen evidence that the Dark Lord was amassing spell batteries and other heavy war weapons, but nothing on this scale. Severus had personally examined the 8 foot long crystals that were used like Muggle cannons in battle. The large crystals were very thick at one end and cut down to a tiny tip on the other. They were definitely military grade, and spells that were fired into them at the larger end would be amplified 10 fold. Still even with such weapons it would be difficult to gain so many troupes to operate them.

"I know he is attempting to gather a defense force, but he only tells me what is necessary. I'm not sure how much he actually trusts me, but I know little about the missions and those he sent on them." Severus had filled his sentence with half truths. It was always best to include some truth when dealing with the Dark Lord.

"Very well, you may leave and return to Hogwarts. Be unavailable for the battle in two days." Severus nodded and rose to leave. He had much to do if Dumbledore would be prepared to deal with such a threat in two days. Voldemort and Lucius remained in the room.

"Lucius, gather the troops. We leave tonight to begin the siege." Lucius looked confusedly at the Dark Lord.

"I thought you said the battle won't be for two days my Lord?" The Dark Lord just shock his head in disgust.

"No, I don't expect Dumbledore to be able to raise a resistance for another two days. When he does we will battle, but by then he will be facing a deeply entrenched enemy. We leave tonight! Three hundred warriors are prepared to move already for this particular battle. I have 30 wizards already prepared to operate the spell batteries. I will go with you till the battle begins, then I must attend to other matters." Lucius bowed before his master.

"Thank you for entrusting me with such a task sir. I will carry out your orders my Lord." The Dark Lord took a step to distance himself from the pathetic groveling man.

"See to it that you do, or you might just be joining me for dinner next time." With that said the Dark Lord left the room to prepare for the first attack that evening. Somewhere across the mountains a young man awoke from a dream. He to had much to prepare.

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Harry Part b (August 14th, Thursday)

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Harry awoke from his dream with a vague recollection of what happened. As he focused on the memories things began to bleed back together. Pieces slowly moved together like in a puzzle to form a picture. One thing that wasn't vague was the impending sense of doom, something was going to happen and he had to do something about it.

It struck him like a bolt of lightning, Dumbledore was walking into a trap. Severus had no real picture of what the battle would entail, nor did he know about the sheer numbers they would be facing. Harry searched his mind for a way to contact Dumbledore to give him more information on what he would be facing, but he came up dry. There was no way to warn the wise wizard of the situation before hand.

Harry sheathed his blade and began a sprint back to the city, he had to find a way to at least warn Dumbledore of the enemy's strength. Harry moved quickly over the loose shale rock and sprung over crevices. It had taken awhile to return his agility with the addition of the huge blade, but he had returned to his normal speed.

Instead of rushing into the city in a disarray Harry took a moment to assemble himself. One of the first things he had learned is that you must always appear to have complete control. Even if the world is crashing down in a hail of spells and arrows you must be calm. Those around you look to you as a indestructible pillar. On the inside you could be plagued with worry, but on the outside you must have control above all those around you.

So after making sure his battle robes were straightened and his wand was attached to his glove Harry entered the city. First of all he needed a plan, he'd need to consult someone who could either get a message out or some other form of communication. Though he was technically in a position of authority amongst the Full blooded giants, he had noticed that he wasn't respected. So Harry would have to speak with a half giant. Luckily Torag had just rounded the corner and the two had almost run into each other.

"Torag, could I happen to have your ear for a moment?" His half giant friend smiled at him and the two walked into a small pub on the left. One thing Harry enjoyed about the city was that you couldn't go ten feet without running into a pub. Not to mention that the mugs the half giants used were sippy cups compared to the kegs the full blooded giants drank out of. For a second Harry was diverted to ponder if he was developing to fond a liking of the dry ale the giants served.

"So how can I help you Oxgor? I was planning to help settle a camp to the south and I didn't expect to see you so soon. Lucky you caught me before I left." Harry took a deep sip from the almost barrel like container set before him than he gathered his thoughts.

"I was wondering how I could get a message to those off the mountains?" The giant gave Harry a questioning look and then answered his question.

"You know there is no way to send word to the outside world. Maybe after relationships between giants and humans improve, but for now we have to send messengers to the small wizarding villages just before the forests." It was what Harry had feared, their would be no way to get word to Dumbledore about the danger he was walking into.

"You don't happen to know where Tavin's Hall is?" A strange look came across the giants face, than he to ordered a ale.

"What would you be wanting to deal with those silly dwarves for? Strange creatures, always doodling inside their mountain. Not bad when it comes to making weapons though." The fact that Torag knew of the Dwarves was a promising thing. Perhaps the Dwarves were close enough to take a message to.

"I just had something that has to be taken to my headmaster." Harry wasn't so sure what the half giant would think if he told him the truth. I had a dream and in it Voldemort attacked the dwarfs. Yeah that sounded real sane.

"Well, the Dwarves are a day journey to the south. I suppose if you pressed you could make it there quicker. Still, I don't think they'll communicate with the wizards either. Those dwarves like to keep to themselves." It was already settled in his mind, a plan had been laid into it's foundation. Now he had to tell Remus of what he had planned. If he couldn't send word to the Headmaster or reach the dwarves in time he would have to prepare a surprise of his own. He would have to muster and march a force to the dwarven underground city in a bid to stop Voldemort.

Harry bid goodbye to Torag and then walked off to find Remus. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the extremely large ale had done nothing to dull his senses. They would be needed to convince Remus to march with him.

The tents were set up in the same place they had been in for the past three weeks. Even though they had been accepted into the city, they hadn't been provided lodging. Harry tried his tent first and found Remus sitting at the table.

"Hey Moony, I got a bit of a problem and I was wondering if you'd like to help me solve it." Harry put on his most charismatic smile and hoped to pull the werewolf in before he asked to many questions.

"I don't like the looks of that smile, let's hear what's up before I promise." Harry thought carefully to himself before continuing. He had already decided that he would go no matter what Remus said. He couldn't sit around while Dumbledore walked into a trap. So Harry explained the situation in it's entirety to his friend. Remus didn't look to happy, especially when Harry told him he planned to lead a force to the battle.

"Harry, I don't know if this is smart. Dumbledore said to stay put until he sent a port key at the end of the summer. The idea was to keep you out of trouble not put you into the middle of it." Harry's face turned darker, he definitely wasn't backing down this time.

"Yeah and that went real well didn't it! We've had to fight our entire way here. I'm not going to just sit back and wait like a good boy." Harry slammed his fist down on the table.

"Now Harry, Dumbledore knows what he's doing. It's best that we just wait here." Harry scowled and turned his head back towards the door. He had really hoped that his friend would march with him.

"I wasn't asking for your permission Remus. I'm going to be leading a force to fight at Tavin's Hall, I just would have preferred having you there. If you don't march with me than I will march alone." Remus just shock his head, and Harry left the tent. His next stop was the millitary barracks, the sooner they marched the sooner they could reach the Dwarves.

Harry walked into the training hall and found Torag waiting for him at the entrance. Harry gave the half giant a questioning look and the man walked over to his side.

"I figured something was up, so I put off my trip. You want to fill me in on the details before you go through with this?" Harry took a deep breath and then began to explain to Torag about the link between his scar and Voldemort. Then he told him about what was to be happening with the dwarves, and that Voldemort was after some map they had.

"Right then, now that I know what's going on we can concentrate on what's going on here. As you know, without the council meeting you are entitled to take fifty from the ranks at a time. If you think we need more than they'll have to hold a council meeting." Harry grimaced, fifty wasn't many even if they were full blooded giants. Still, they would have to depend that Dumbledore would be bringing forces as well. They didn't have the time to have a full meeting of the council, nor did he really want to explain to the council about his scar.

"Two divisions then, It'll be tight but I think we'll have enough." Harry checked to find out which divisions were currently stationed at the city. He chose two well rested divisions and had them assembled in the yard. Then with Torag at his side we walked out to address his chosen troops.

"I have received word that there will be a battle in two days at the dwarven city of Tavins Hall. We will be marching to hopefully arrive there before the battle begins so we can position ourselves. Hopefully we will not be needed, but if the situation arises we may be needed to provide support. So we will need full battle gear and a weeks rations. Most of that is already prepared, we march out in three hours. Make any preparations you need before we leave." Harry looked on as the Giants half listened to his orders. They did not respect him and he knew it. Torag had taught him that respect was pivotal in leader ship above all other things. Fine, if they wanted to play it this way then he would play.

"Look, I don't give a damn what you think about me. But, you will respect my position! My orders stand and that is final now move!" Harry was about to turn and leave when he heard a booming voice behind him.

"And what if I challenge your position?" Instantly the talking silenced, they all knew the challenge that was set down. To have your position challenged could result in a duel to the death. Harry turned back to the assembly to see the 17 foot giant with long matted black hair standing at the front. The man carried a huge battle ax that could easily cleave some medium size trees. Harry could hear Torag whispering to him.

"Harry you don't have to accept the challenge. The council appointed you and that goes beyond these challenge rights." Harry calmed himself and turned once more to leave, but the Giant spoke again.

"Just as I thought, all humans are weak. You should be cleaning my cloths not leading in battle." Harry let his head fall forward, he knew what he had to do. If he was every going to gain respect he would have to take the challenge. Once more his path had led him to the blade of the sword. Once more he would have to take another life to preserve his own. He turned his eyes heaven wards and spoke low enough so that only Torag could make out his words.

"Mother, don't watch me now." The giant couldn't fathom the pain that the young man was in, but he admired the boy for his strength to hold such a heavy load. He did truly have a giant's heart, and he would definitely make a good leader to any lucky enough to be in his command.

"Lets do this." Harry turned back around and took a step towards the Giant. The rest of the Giants stepped clear of the fight which they all had already decided the winner of.

"Finally, let's see what you got little human." The giant let his ax rest against his shoulder and waited for the fight to begin. Harry turned to speak to all those who had gathered to watch the human and the giant.

"Listen, all of you! After this let no one ever question me again. You may hate me, but you will respect me!" Harry turned his eyes back to the giant and let his heart harden in preparation.

With a flick of his wrist his wand sprang to his hand and a spell was already on his lips. A cackle filled the air and a ball of fire the size of a boulder shot from his wand. He had opened with a powerful spell in hopes of getting the upper hand quickly, but the giant reacted by smashing it away with his ax. The blade of the ax whistled through the air as it headed to split Harry down the middle. The boy dove to his left and sent a spell to cause the sky to rain with ice. The jagged ice crystals ripped into both the wizard and the giant, but non struck to severe a blow. The giant swung the blade horizontally and Harry dove underneath the blade. Then he shot a force spell at the giants leg. The great giant lumbered back a step upon connection with the spell, but he recovered to attack again. Harry dove out of the way of a series of slashes, the giant was obviously trying to drive him back. He wasn't sure if it would hold but he had to take a chance. The giant took a slash at his head and Harry threw up his strongest physical shield. The ax slammed into the white barrier of light and sparks flew in the air as the blade fought to rip through. Harry shot three more force balls at the giant and they hit squarely in his unguarded stomach. The giant doubled over in pain and Harry shot a severing charm towards the giants exposed neck. Before it could hit the giant recovered and deflected the spell with his ax. Harry fought to create a strategy, but he had to just come down to skill and hope his training was enough. Harry attempted a impedimenta curse, but it proved ineffective against the giant. He was beginning to get frustrated when he saw a possible opening. The next time the giant slashed Harry ducked to the ground and threw a powerful lightning spell that connected with the giants exposed outer arm.

The giant screamed out in pain and dropped the ax, but Harry found no time to relax as the giant brought both fists together and connected with his chest. Harry flew into the air and lost his wand while he fell to the ground several meters from where he had started. He searched the area for his wand and found that the giant was blocking his path to his weapon.

"Now the human lost his toy. Why don't you come here and die like a honorable little human, wait I don't think there are any honorable humans." Harry's mind raced. Maybe it's finally my time to die, maybe it's my turn to pay for all those I killed. He knew he'd been holding back a part of himself so far in the battle. He could have used some stronger spells when he had openings, did he actually want to die here? The realization that he may be allowing himself to lose came as a ton of bricks.

"Pathetic, though you can't blame this one. It runs in the genes, they all come from long lines of cowards. He couldn't help it if his parents were cowards just as he is. Bow down little human and maybe I'll kill you quick." Fine, if this giant wanted him then he would get him. If he was cast out of God's sight then so be it. If he was death than he would share his gift with this person who would insult his line. If war was his way then he would embrace it. Let the fallen angel be unleashed on them all.

Harry's eyes grew cold, he reached up and brought his sword out of his sheath. He braced the blade with both hand and prepared himself. Mentally running over how to bring the giant down.

"What's this? The little wizard picks up a mans weapon? Let see what you got little wizard." Harry rushed at the giant, his mind completely clear.

'Don't think, just kill!'

Harry dove underneath the giants swinging ax and came up behind the man.

'Go for the tendon in the calf, take the hamstring, cut him off his feet.'

Harry swung the five foot blade and connected across both of the Giants calves. His blade bit deeply and the giant began to fall forward to his knees. He was no longer able to support his massive weight on his injured legs.

'Now reverse the blade and bring it across the stomach, slice him clean!'

Harry spun around and brought the blade clean into the giants stomach. The blade found purchase and Harry yanked it back towards himself to draw a clean cut. The giant threw his head back in pain.

'Now go for the kill!'

Harry chopped downward and the giants head detached from his body. The headless body fell backwards, crumpling over it's already folded legs.

'Do what you must. Show them all you have no mercy for those who challenge you.'

Harry walked forward to the body and drove the blade into the giants chest. Then he used the blade like a lever and ripped the chest open along with the rib cage. Harry discarded his blade and dove his hands into the giants opened chest cavity. He found what he searched for he ripped the organ free and raised the heart high in he air. Harry stood on his fallen enemies chest covered in blood from head to toe, he held the giants heart high in the air. Whispers broke out among the multitude assembled and Harry vaguely heard what they were saying.

"He's the blood angel himself!" Harry heard more than a few of them say. He turned his head to see that his blood soaked robes had been torn in pieces by the giants ax and flapped out behind him like blood stained wings.

Harry tossed the heart to the ground and collected his wand. He used a piece of cloth to clean the sword and slid it back into his sheath. Then he turned to the growing assembly.

"I have earned respect and it will be given to me. Find a replacement for him and we still leave in no less than three hours." Harry stepped out of the group with Torag at his side. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Hagrid and Remus starring at him. He turned from their gaze and kept walking.

He had done what must be done, now he had other battles to think of. For now he had to change into fresh battle robes, then gather maps of the region they traveled to. These were the easy things to think of, he would have to ponder the harder questions later.

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Albus Dumbledore (August 14th, Thursday)

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Albus Dumbledore sat in his office in front of those he had gathered in preparation of the coming battle. It had been only one hour since Severus had reported on the plans to attack the Dwarven stronghold. Now, he had been forced to gather what little resources he could muster to prepare a defense.

Arthur Weasley and Rita Skeeter sat patiently waiting before the old wizard. Both awaited the wizened wizard orders. Neither knew what they had been called in reference to, but the solemn mood of the professors they had seen was enough to make even the flamboyant reporter think twice before speaking.

"It has come to my attention that a large scale attack will be commenced in two days. The location of the attack will be provided once we have seen to preparing. I have called the both of you here to inform you of your tasks for the coming days." Dumbledore shifted his gaze between the two who sat before him. Quietly debating which he should address first.

"Rita, I promised that you a story if you followed my suggestions. Now is your chance to claim that which I offered you. In two days a portkey will arrive at your home. This portkey will transport you once a secured portkey zone has been constructed. You may bring a small crew of no more than two other assistants. Keep in mind that this will be a battle, we have received word that the enemy will be well armed. I cannot guarantee your safety. It will be your choice whether to take the portkey or not. I cannot force you into a situation where you will be in danger." The reporters face was wiped clean as a slate, any doubt of the mans sanity left her when listening to the grave voice which he used to speak of the coming battle.

"I will be there." She spoke with a determination that made the old man give her a second thought. Perhaps there was more to this reporter than meet the eye.

"If you will excuse me, I have much to prepare." The reporter stood and left the room. The two men meet each others gazes.

"Arthur.. I do not know how to ask this of you. What I'm about to ask you could be considered treason. I will understand if you can not aid me now." Arthur Weasley did not flinch at the headmasters words. In truth he had been stirring the rumor pot about the minister for some time now.

"They caught us in a tough spot, we do not have the necessary resources or the man power to repel such a large attack so soon. Perhaps a month latter and I wouldn't be asking this of you. Arthur.. I need you to get me men. We do not have the time to call up any major military battalion, but if you could secure a regiment of Aurors. Until the end of the month I will have no idea what type of standing force I can count on, so for now we will need the Aurors support." Arthur Weasley looked at the Headmaster in the eye. The man had just asked him to subvert control of the ministries main body of law enforcement, and in two days no less.

"I have spoken with many of the division heads, I believe I will be able to acquire both the men and the equipment for a battle. I do not know exactly how many I can offer you. A best guess on so short notice would be fifty to one hundred. What type of force are we talking about?" Albus considered what to tell the man. It would take at least two hundred to hold a effective siege, most likely they would have more.

"I do not know, but I can tell you we will be out numbered. It still baffles me how Voldemort managed to gain such a foothold so quickly." Arthur Weasley nodded, his task was quite clear. Only the forces that he and Albus could muster would stand between Voldemort and his goal.

"Albus...When the time comes we will stand to meet them. You have my word!" Dumbledore smiled, he had chosen well. Arthur Weasley would definitely be a valuable ally in the coming battles.

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A/N- Sorry about the wait, been a bit busy but now I'm writing again. I'm really excited about the next chapter. I really put a lot into the battle. I think it's the most thought out Fanfiction battle I've ever read. Look forward to the reviews!

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