Chapter Twenty Six:
Breathing lightly, Harry watched Dagger as they circled, each searching for a weakness in the other. Dagger had attacked him once more, but Harry had danced out of the way, snatching the dagger she'd thrown at him from the air and stashing it away for use again later.
The other had gotten the idea and was going to be hesitant about trying another knife throw. That was what Harry wanted, that and time to gauge his oppenent, to try and figure out the weakness that would allow him to emerge from this fight victorious.
He didn't allow himself to even process the thought that maybe he wouldn't – that was the first step on the generally short road to defeat. Harry kept watching, noting every movement his opponent made with a sense of detatchment.
He noted that she repeated a nervous habit of a faltered step quite often, since he'd caught her knife from the air, and allowed himself an internal smile.
In her mind, Dagger had decided that he could be better than she was, and Harry knew this to be a fatal mistake, though it would also make her unpredictable and dangerous.
He suddenly sprang in, his body movements giving no inisigh to his actions, Slytherins sword swung out, lashing across the side of her face.
Dagger let out an involantary cry of pain, feeling the blood dripping down her face. Harry knew now that victory would be his, soon. She could easily become blinded by the blood, and was distracted by both that and the pain of the injury.
Harry noted this without feeling, she wanted him dead, and had attacked him. He would have to kill her, or lose all standing in the eyes of the other Seekers, and her death would bring him respect, something he would need to survive with these people.
They continued their circling, and Harry could sense the excitement building the Seekers behind him. They never interfeared with duels between Seekers, that was unmanerly, as far as Seekers took manners. The lesser would die, and that was a fact. If someone died, they weren't good enough to live.
Harry bitterly replayed that phrase in his mind, it was one of the guiding sayings of the academy, and something that nearly all Seekers lived by.
Harry was timing his move, the winning strike, and waited for a few moments, carefully watching his oppenants steps – there, the one before the falter … Harry moved just as Dagger made her faltering step, his two swords flashing up, Gryffindors blade deflecting a thrown knife, Slytherins seeking his enemies heart.
Dagger drew a gasping breath and fell, dead, at Harry's feet. There was no sound from the Seekers, a quick glance over their faces revealed nothing of their thoughts.
Harry silently called for Elise. "I will leave you to deal with her body," he told them calmly. "I must return to the castle now."
Once more turning his back on the room, this time Harry made it out without a further incedent.
"You killed her?" Elisa asked, her voice betraying no emotion, though her mind was a whir of complex thoughts.
"Yes," Harry answered with a sigh. He let his thoughts commune the terrible feelings that twisted his mind and heart, as words could never express.
Elisa silently rested a hand upon Harry's arm, as they hastened from the passageway and up towards the castle.
Ron and Hermione were waiting for them in the entrance hall. "What happened?" Hermione demanded, nearly bouncing up and down in her impatience to learn.
Harry smiled. "The Seekers have arrived, and your training can begin at last. I have to contact the other members of the Young Phoenixes to come here as soon as possible. We must establish a good meeting place that everyone can access, and that will remain fairly out of the wall, to avoid public interest," he replied.
Ron and Hermione both grinned, and the four Gryffindors headed up to their Common Room to draft a message to their friends who had departed into the world beyong Hogwarts.
Once this was done, and the letter sent away with Caminus, Harry and Elisa begged their leave and wandered out of the common room, taking a wandering path that would eventually lead them to Sirius's rooms.
"Sirius?" Harry called pushing the door open. When they entered the room, they found Sirius sitting and staring bleakly at a letter in his hand. They immediately recognized the owl as Menolly's and hurried over.
"Sirius? What happened? Is mum alright?" Elisa asked, momentarily frightened.
Sirius looked up, the expressions on his face where at war, fighting between delight, surprise and even fear. "She's pregnant," he replied.
Elisa stumbled slightly and sat down hard. Harry kept up his iron control over his body, and sat lightly, as always ready to move at the slightest threat.
"How far along is she?" Harry asked, after the silence had stretched out for a time.
"Two and half months," Sirius replied, voice slightly dull.
"Must have been concieved at Christmas time," Elisa remarked, grinning wickedly at Sirius, who smirked momentarily, then remembered the upcoming event and returned to his silent thoughts.
"She's coming here, the Aurors don't let pregnant woman continue to opperate in the field, and she couldn't stand being in an office for long," Sirius added, then suddenly bounded to his feet. "That means we have to get the place ready for her. You two will have to help me!"
Looking over the room that Sirius occupied, Harry decided that his godfather wouldn't get anywhere without their help, and faced with the job ahead of them, the two teenagers completely forgot to tell Sirius about the arrival of the Seekers.
Three hours later, Harry straightened up and looked over the room, now miraculously clean, and wiped his hand over forhead. "That was a job and no mistake, even with magic," he remarked.
Sirius and Elisa flopped down on the bed, and Harry joined them. "Now, what did you come about? Just to visit?" Sirius asked.
"No," Harry replied, only just remembering. "The Seekers arrived," Harry and Elisa told Sirius what had happened with the Seekers. Sirius was on his feet and pacing by the end of it.
"I'd tell you that you shouldn't have risked your life that like, if I didn't know that you had to, to make sure that they respected you. With Silent Death here, we'll have to be careful about what we eat, though since he has very little magical strength, I'm pretty sure that he trained in the Muggle area of the Academy, rather than that of the Wizards, his powers were so weak, so that least he can't get poison into the school by magic," Sirius thought aloud.
Harry nodded his head. "I will use my magic to warn me if anyone attempts to leave, or if any magical spell is done within the tunnel or the house, once I have determind who performed the spell, I'll leave it to do it's business, provided it isn't harmful to anyone," he said.
"That'll be a relief, he might ask one of the wizards to do something about getting the poison to us," Sirius said, relief easy to hear in his voice.
Harry smiled. "Now that I know how to destroy Voldemort, we need to move, fast. He is taking control faster now, with the new powers that he is gaining, and we need to try and get rid of him before he can do anything to destroy us," he said, voice cold. "I am recalling the Young Phoenixes, what of the Order of the Phoenix?" Harry looked to Sirius now.
"As far as I know," Sirius replied softly, "they will do anything that they can to help you. I am not sure who the head of the Order is now, since Dumbledore stepped down, and I haven't actively joined in with them yet …"
"Can you do that?" Harry demanded immediately.
"Yes. I've been asked on more than one occasion, and I'm sure that Menolly will be asked the same, when she arrives," Sirius replied.
"Do so please, we need to know where they stand. The 'final battle' is fast approaching, and, I believe, is the time at which I must fulfill my Atlantean destiny," Harry told them, eyes flashing with his conviction.
"Right Harry, we'll do our best. The Order of the Phoenix has concentrated mainly on political stuff since it was brought back this time, what with Fudge being around and such. I'll try to get them to see that they have to concentrate on learning to fight, and fight well… I might even be able to convince them to train with the Young Phoenixes with the Seekers, but don't count on it," Sirius replied.
"That is all that I needed," Harry responded calmly. "We'd best go, homework to do," he added.
Waving goodbye to Sirius, the pair of them headed back up to the Gryffindor common room.
It took a few days for the Young Phoenixes to properly assemble, as many of those who'd left Hogwarts had jobs now, but that weekend was going to prove an interesting one.
"Everyone," Harry said, addressing the gathered Young Phoenixes in Sirius's chambers. "Several Seekers from the Academy are here, now, and will teach you to fight, though they will not teach you as they did me, with the need for constant spying on your neighbors and such. You must remember – you have to trust your friends here, they will save your lives more often than once in the upcoming battles, but while you trust them you cannot trust the Seekers at all, no matter how nice they might seem.
"They are poison, and they will not balk at killing you, should you get in the way of their plans. Unfortunately, they are the only ones who can train you properly, and therefore I must leave you in their hands. Be careful," he told them, eyes filled with trepadition.
The young people in front of him nodded in quiet agreement. "We'll be careful," Cho Chang promised, her voice sincere.
"Good," Harry responded drily. "Now, they'll be here soon, you'll have to break up for the training. Hogwarts students, you'll be doing your training in the afternoons after lessons, or on weekends when the others can't come, because they'll need all the time that they can get to train," he added.
The Hogwarts students nodded, and left quickly, since they all had their homework to do. "What the man called Silent Death," Harry gave an aditional warning to those who were still present. "I don't think that he is really loyal to those here… even as much as the others are loyal, which isn't much in the first place. He deals in poisons more than anything else, but watch him none the less, and don't accept anything he gives you – not a good idea to accept a gift from any Seeker, but him more than any other."
They nodded, and Harry knew that they would not trust the Seekers very far, which was deffinately a good thing.
"I'll be here as well, being a Seeker myself. If you need help, just call me, and I'll make sure none of the Seeker do anything that might harm you, or the rest of the Wizarding World," he could sense the relief in the air from that remark.
A moment later the door opened at the Seekers walked in, following the huge black dog that was Sirius, he'd led them through a series of secret passageways, but they'd had a charm placed on them so that they would not remember that path in an hours time.
Tiger looked at Harry from the head of his company. "You won't mind if I take over now?" he asked calmly.
Harry merely gave a suggestion of a bow and a slight smile as he stepped back. Some of the Seekers watched him thoughtfully, as if wondering just what he was planning – Harry had decided that one of the best ways to keep a Seeker occupied was to make them think that you had a plot, when you didn't.
This left you free to do what you felt like, and they'd just think that it was part of a very careful plot … you couldn't tell a Seeker that there wasn't a plot, not unless you wanted to convince them completely, at least.
Smiling to himself, he took up a possition on the sidelines, watching the goings on with a faint smile, as he hadn't actually properly taught before, he had informed Tiger that he would simply watch today, and see what he could do towards keeping the students alive and the Seekers from being too violent – of course, the Young Phoenixes were like the First Level in the Seekers Academy, who no one ever hurt, but who could tell what was going to happen here?
The lesson went well, as far as Harry was concerned, and 'his' people showed the Seekers that they weren't as bad as they had previously thought their new students would be.
He didn't try to help anyone that lesson, because he didn't think that the Seekers would appreciate that breach of protocol – assassins and law breakers though they may be, Seekers had a great sense of honor, which to some seemed odd.
For the next month, Harry watched 'his' fighters training, Menolly and Sirius presented their case to the Order of the Phoenix, who accepted to be tutored in fighting arts by the Seekers.
"You need not fear that this is the way things will be dealt with in future," Harry assured Tiger one morning. "We must have fighters fast now, for there a great battles on the horizon, and we need the strength that your Seekers are giving us."
"I had no doubt of that, and may I congratulate you on your handling of Dagger's attack," Tiger said, bowing slightly to Harry.
Harry smiled faintly in acceptance of the compliment. "Thank you," while his mind screamed 'why did she have to die?' his dislike of killing people without much reason was unknown by Tiger though, and Harry had to keep it that way.
"I must go now, Tiger, but I shall see you tomorrow for your lesson," he stated, and hurried away, leaving Tiger to slip out of the castle to his hide away.
Harry raced up the stairs, because Dumbledore had wanted to speak with him in the Headmasters office, five minutes ago. Racing flat out, Harry made it to the gargoyle in record time, Dumbledore was just coming out of the room as he arrived.
The old mans face had been filled with worry, but a lot of it dissapeared when he saw Harry. "Harry! Good, I was beginning to wonder if something had happened to you!"
"I'm sorry," Harry said, "I was speaking with Tiger."
"Ah, our current 'Head Seeker' as some of the students call him," Dumbledore said gravely. "Yes, a conversation with him would be important, but now we need your council."
Harry's ears pricked at the word 'we' and he could barely hide a startled exclamation at the word 'council'.
"I am at your disposal, of course," Harry replied thoughtfully.
Dumbledore smiled. "That is good … I think that this is something that you have been waiting for."
This caught Harry's attention, and the young man hurried up the stairs towards Dumbledore's office, the Headmaster hurrying to keep up with him. "No need to run, Harry, nothing will happen until you arrive."
Harry only laughed and pushed open the door, he bit back a cry of surprise, Severus Snape was half sitting half lying on a couch, covered head to foot in very nasty looking wounds.
Without being asked, and ignoring his Professors orders to the negative, Harry caught the Potion Masters hands in his own, concentrating on his magic, sending it flowing into the other man, healing his most hated teachers wounds with complete ease.
He let go of Snape's hands and stood, striding to a seat, were he collapsed and looked around at the wondering expressions on all faces but Sirius and Dumbledores.
"I suppose it's time to lose the deceptions," he remarked ligthly. "I am a Wandless and Elemental Mage, taught by our esteemed Headmasters great uncle, I think it was … who died before he could impart all of his knowledge, though he gave me the ground work to learn much of the rest on my own, or with the help of some other friends of mine."
The teachers – Snape especially – were staring at him.
"Perhaps you should tell them who your friends are, Harry, for it might be best for everyone if they understand exactly why I chose to include you in this confrence," Dumbledore suggested softly.
Harry sighed, then gave an account of his visits to Atlantis, but with a few things that no one else had known – he shocked Sirius by the revelation that he had been able to speak with his parents, so greatly that his godfather was in danger of crying in public.
By the end of his tale, the teachers were looking at him with a definate respect.
"So you know how to kill Voldemort, that's
good," Snape remarked darkly.
"And that brings us to the real reason
we are assembled," Dumbledore said, his usual cheerfulness was gone now,
replaced by a tired graveness. "Severus, if you would explain?"
Snape stood up to address the group of people in the office, a combination of teachers and Ministry officals Harry knew to be part of the Order of the Phoenix
"You-Know-Who discovered where my true loyalties lie yesterday afternoon," he stated. "The dark lord had been discussing a plan to attack Hogwarts once more, and apparently decided that I wasn't to be trusted any longer.
"I should have died that day, but thanks to another spy in the Death Eaters I escaped, though the dark lord believes me to be dead at the hands of his torturers.
"The attack will take place next Saturday, on the day of the Quidditch match, Gryffindor against Hufflepuff. They believe that the occupants of the school will be on the pitch and will not notice the invasion until it's too late," Snape stated, his black eyes cold. "They will attack a little while after the match should begin."
"Well, the first thing that must be done is for the Quidditch Match to be cancelled," Harry remarked coolly, not bothering to stand. "Also, we'll have to prevent any letters leaving the school, or at least examine them.
"You should allow me to do that, as I will know if the students are lying – as I said before, that is one of my talents. That way we know that no knowledge will reach Voldemort's" most people in the room flinched at that, "ears."
Dumbledore nodded. "I had thought this would be a good idea myself," he agreed. "Do you have any other suggestions?"
"I will see what I can do about oragnising a defense of the castle, but the Young Phoenixes will use the knowledge that they have gained through their lessons with me and the other Seekers to help fight, and I pressume that I can count on the aid of the Order of the Phoenix in this as well?" Harry looked around the room.
All of the people nodded. "We will do whatever necessary to destroy our foe," Dumbledore spoke for everyone.
"Normally I would try to draw the attack away from here, but it's too dangerous to allow Voldemort to continue in the way he has been. This attack will seal the fate of the wizarding world – if I succeed, Voldemort will be gone forever, but if I do not, he has won, it is just a matter of him," Harry stated, meeting everyone eyes to show them that he was perfectly serious.
"Because you can only perform the spell once in safety?" McGonagall questioned.
"Exactly that," Harry agreed coolly. "I know that it is a lot to place on the shoulders of one person, but I am the only person with this knoweldge, and that must remain that way – for the safety of the world. The knowledge of this spell is not a good thing, for though in this case it is for a good cause, it is undenably a dark arts spell," again he met everyones eyes.
"I don't know the outcome of this, but we can only hope that, for the good of the wizarding world, it is a favourable one," he added.
Then they settled down to discussing the nuances of the plan for the next Saturday, and Harry pretty much tuned out, talking to Elisa and getting her to tell Ron and Hermione what had happened.
Finally they reached an idea that sat well with everyone – Harry wasn't sure exactly what it was, only the parts that he'd play in it, and, to be honest, that was about all he really cared about in any case.
With Sirius at his side, Harry headed out of the room, leaving the other people inside to continue talking on other things to do with the Order of the Phoenix - Sirius didn't like staying in the meetings for very long unless he had a good reason to, and as far as he was concerned the main important things had already been covered.
"Well, that took the fun out of fighting," Sirius remarked disgustedly.
"Are they always like that with plans?" Harry asked, feeling much the same about the talking the plan down to it's boring base.
"Unfortunately," Sirius muttered waspishly.
Harry laughed. "I'll give you a duel?" He offered, immediately Sirius brightened up and nodded.
Both of them shifted form and bolted for Sirius's rooms.
The next morning Harry was up early as per usual, the Gryffindors who were in training with the Seekers were up as well, going through a training exercise in the Great Hall before the other students arrived for breakfast.
When the first perons – a Slytherin – walked into the hall, he found everyone seeted and waiting for the rest of the school to arrive, no sign that they'd been fighting moments before.
Harry had told 'his' fighters what was coming up already, decided that they deserved to know the truth before anyone else did, and everyone was a little peeved at the idea of missing out on the Quidditch game.
When everyone was assembled, the teachers included, Dumbledore stood up.
"The Ministry of Magic has decided that Quidditch Games are a danger in these times, with Lord Voldemort doing so much damage, it's only a matter of time before he tries to attack Hogwarts again, and this time he is likely to be more prepared," Dumbledore stated, talking straight over the complaints.
"Also, by new Ministry regulations, anyone who has a letter to send home must take it Mr. Harry Potter, who will ask you a set of questions. He will have a few detectors with him to determine whether or not your lying.
"These questions will mainly be 'does this letter contain any information that Lord Voldemort or his Death Eaters will be able to use if they get hold of the letter' and 'is this letter coded in any way.'
"It is unfortunate that we must suspect students of being Death Eaters, or sending information to Death Eaters, but in these troubled times it is needed," Dumbledore finished.
The Hall exploded in sound, and Harry sighed and went back to eating his food, not paying much attention to the rest of the schools screamed questions and other such things.
He still thought that they should tell them about the impending attack, but the 'Council' had decided to leave that until the Friday, so that the students wouldn't have as much time to panic.
Harry shook his head slightly and stood up with the rest of his year to head for Potions.
When they arrived, Snape was standing in the front of the class, watching everyone with his usual beady black eyes and sneer. Harry walked into the room last of all and nodded to the teacher.
To the surprise of everyone, Snape merely nodded back and began the lesson. The Slytherins were all staring at Harry – as usual, he wasn't punished, but Snape had acknowledged his greeting?
The next few days flew by, and Harry was becoming increasingly difficult to find, as was Elisa – they rarely came to lessons, having to much to do with their time to bother.
Talking to Dumbledore, they'd received his permission to do so, for which they were very grateful.
They spent most of their time in the room, working with the things that Harry had collected there. Elisa was doing her best to help Harry by sharing her magical powers with him while he was working with the Elemental Stones.
Harry had two dozen of them now, most of them containing magical strength, some of which he had gathered in Atlantis, "it's a good thing we had an extra year, really," he remarked once to Elisa. "I don't think I'd have enough power for what I have to do otherwise."
He was now carefully taking some of the magic back into himself, and he could tell that magic had grown stronger from it's time in the Stones.
On Thursday evening they left their hideaway and came to dinner. The whole school watched them, since it was an oft-asked question as to where they could have gone.
Harry walked straight up to Dumbledore, talking softly to him, and the Headmaster listened to him with a grave look on his face, when Harry had finished, he nodded and stood up, Harry slipping back into the shadows behind the table.
"Students," he said, and instant silence fell, for no one had ever heard his voice sounding this grave before. "We have just received word from a believable source that Lord Voldemort will be attacking Hogwarts this Saturday.
"We urge you not to panic, we have people working on our defenses already, and our two resident Seekers have had some of their fellows helping to teach several students, teachers and former students fighting arts.
"We believe that this may not be the trap that Lord Voldemort intends it to be – we are hoping to turn the tables on him and rid the world of him once and for all.
"Please do what you can to help with the preperations for the attack and do your best not to disturb anyone, especially Mr. Harry Potter," Dumbledore finished and sat down, as talking broke out in the Hall.
Harry and Elisa grabbed some food from the Gryffindor Table and headed out of the Hall again, ignoring the stares that they got from the rest of the students.
"Why'd you get Professor Dumbledore to tell them now?" Elisa asked Harry, looking slightly surprised.
"Hm? Oh, I thought it would be more believable if I did it that way, rather than him announcing it out of the blue tomorrow morning … and that also gives us a lot more help tomorrow, if classes are cancelled," Harry replied, shrugging.
"What are we doing now?" Elisa asked as Harry led the way back to 'their' room.
"I'm going to call my parents and ask them to take word to Atlantis to be ready for the bridge to be formed, I'm getting a really strong feeling that it is going to be soon," Harry replied.
"Right. Isn't that dangerous, calling them? It takes a lot of magical power, and you shouldn't be wasting any of it now," Elisa asked in concern.
"I know," Harry responded with a faint sigh. "But they have to know, and I'm the only person who can tell them. I'm serious tempted to go back to Atlantis tonight and get some more magic saved up, but we can't risk that so close to an attack."
Elisa nodded wearily.
"Harry!" Lily and James greeted their son with loud yells as they appeared, ghost like and unsolid in the room.
"Mum, dad," Harry greeted them with a smile. "I have to talk to you, now."
He told them everything that was happening. "I can't keep you here for long, but I had to get the message across," he added.
James nodded sadly. "I'm sorry Harry," he said softly. "I wish that we could stay longer and talk, and we both wish you well in the fight – don't forget to kill Voldemort!"
"We'll take your message to Lady Lilith and Lord Jaram, not to worry," Lily added. "Be safe, my son."
Then they were gone. Harry sat down wearily. "Harry, if you put a bit more magic into the stones, then sleep, you'll replenish it, and you haven't slept in ages, you have to sleep now so that you won't be tired on Saturday," Elisa ordered him.
Harry laughed softly, but knew that his sister was right. Taking a stone, he carefully drained some of his magic into it, then fell onto the couch, asleep in moments.
Harry woke later in the afternoon and immediately bounded to his feet to begin working on the school's defenses.
"Don't worry Harry, the Professors have done that already," Elisa told him. "Dumbledore awakened some anciet protections and then the other teachers added some stuff on the castle to make sure that no Death Eater could get inside and harm the students.
Harry nodded but stood anyway. "I'll go and add some more power to them, and I'd better go and talk to the Unicorns in the forest so that they can warn the other creatures about the upcoming attack."
Elisa sighed and let him get up, since she knew from experience that it was impossible to keep him in bed if he thought needed to be done.
*What do you want this time?* The leader of the unicorn herd demanded of Harry.
Unfazed, Harry looked up at the creature calmly. *My Lord of the Herd,* he greeted the other politely, *I have come to warn you of an upcoming attack on the Castle by the dark wizard Lord Voldemort. He is trying to destroy the place completely, and I was hoping that -*
*We will not aid you,* the unicorn informed him coldly and turned away.
*That was not what I wanted to ask. I wanted to ask you to tell the rest of the creatures and ask them to try and keep out of the way of the fighting, we do not want you or your fellows to be hurt,* Harry yelled after the creature.
The unicorn turned to look at him for a moment. *It shall be done* it said after a moment, then resumed it's walk away from him.
Bloody unicorns, Harry thought to himself, before heading for the Shreiking Shack.
"To what do we owe the honour?" Tiger asked him, eyes flashing with the light of battle, as Harry had already given word to him about the upcoming fight.
"I was hoping that you and yours would do an all day lesson tomorrow, so that we know which students are ready, and how they will cope with an extended fight," Harry replied coolly.
Tiger looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. "Very well, and Harry – there will be Seekers fighting you on Saturday, so be careful."
Harry grinned. "I'm always careful of Seekers," he replied, "and of Death Eaters, therefor I will be doubly cautious."
Tiger shook his head slightly, watching the young Seeker depart. "I don't know why, but I hope you live through tomorrow, kid," he said softly to himself.
Harry raced back up the castle, looking over the defenses with a practiced eye, and sending small bits of his own magic to strengthen any place that needed it.
Finally he smiled to himself and entered the castle, his eyes sad as he watched the students – his friends – eating their meal, and wondering whether any of them would be alive at the end of the weekend.
Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he sat at the Gryffindor Table for the first time that week and sent the word through his friends about the day long lesson on the morrow.
The next day Harry fought along with his students, feeling the need for a good, long fight, as he hadn't really had a chance to do much training lately.
Careful to watch all of 'his' fighters, Harry made notes of those who should do what the following day.
The younger students had all been taught how to do the stunning curse, and would be stationed at windows and doors stunning any Death Eater who came near, or the ones in the fighting to give their older defenders a better chance.
Harry called a meeting of the Young Phoenixes and their older counterparts, the Order of the Phoenix that night.
"Everyone, tomorrow is the day that makes or breaks the wizarding world, and I've been giving a lot of thought to how we should fight.
"I believe that the best way is to be in teams, with one person who is really good at curses, one who is good at healing, and one or two who are good at weapons, that way there are no weaknesses in the team.
"I've been watching you all to see who would be best for what roles, but first I'll ask you to move into groups of where you think you should be," he gave them places to group together. "Then I'll tell you where I think you should be, if you aren't already there. Go now please!"
The teenagers and adults moved into groups, Harry and Elisa remained standing at the front, as they would not be in a group like this, they had their own work to do.
It took some time to get everything organized properly, and by the time everyone had been given their tasks it was getting on in the night.
"Everyone, eat a big meal tonight, but only lightly in the morning – it's not a good idea to have a lot of food in yoru stomach while fighting. And get a really good sleep tonight, you are seriously going to need it! If you can't sleep, take a sleeping potion, I don't care if they get addictive, this is a one off!"
With that the teachers and students headed out of the room, leaving Harry, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Menolly and Elisa behind.
"You have to get that sleep too mate," Elisa told him firmly, and Harry chuckled slightly.
"I know, and I will too, replenish my magic supplies. You guys are going to be alright?" he added, looking over his real family.
There were nods all around. "Harry, I keep getting the feeling that something really bad is going to happen tomorrow," Hermione told him with a faint sigh. "You be really careful!"
"I'll do whatever I must, Mina, to get rid of Voldemort, even should that bring my death," Harry's voice told them that he was completely serious. "But I will try my best to avoid that death, I promise you that!"
"That is the best you can do," Hermione's voice was sad, "I know it well, Harry, and if for some reason it does bring your death, we'll make sure the rest of your plans are fulfilled."
Harry, Elisa and Sirius waited for everyone else to leave. "Sirius, will my death be the same for as if my father had died?" Harry asked his godfather.
"Yes, I think so, because I was to live to protect you," Sirius responded with a sigh. "But I don't know for sure."
"Well, if I do die, you and Elisa must live – Sirius, you for your new baby, it should have the luxury of growing up with it's parents, and Elisa, you must live your life to the fullest, no matter what!" he told them. "I don't want to leave any loose ends, though I will not die until both of my destinies are fulfilled, I know that Voldemort will not kill me."
The next day, Harry was disgusted to note, began with a brilliant sunrise, the birds making the air seem alive with their joyous cries to the rising sun.
"A nice day to die," Elisa remarked dryly over his shoulder, "too nice for Death Eaters."
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*laughs* well, next chapter is the fight, and possibly more, but you'll find that out when I want to put it up, won't you! Review and I'll do that faster! Again, thanks come at the end of the story now! Cya all next chapter!!
~WolfMoon~