IMPORTANT!!!! I forgot to say last chapter, but Dumbledore lent Harry
Gryffindor's sword. It will play a little part, so I wanted to make sure
everyone knows!
I would like to add, just for wuzup13579: in chapter 9, when Harry attacks the Boggart, Voldemort's suit is purple. Sparkling purple. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry flew to 12 Grimmauld Place, landing at almost six o'clock in the morning. He was so tired, that he forgot he wasn't supposed to ring the doorbell. He rang it, and a moment later the door opened.
"Harry! You know better than that! Come in, come in!" Harry was pulled into the house, which was filled with the muffled screams of Sirius' mother. "VILE FILTH, COME TO DESTROY OUR FAMILY NAME, ITS HORRIBLE! YOU ALL DESERVE TO DIE, DISGUSTING MAGGOTS!"
She was silenced, but Harry felt horrible. The painting didn't even realize that her son was dead. Either that, or she didn't care.
Harry begged to sleep before they did any planning. Moody insisted that they start, but Moony calmly explained that they did indeed have a month. "Go to sleep, Harry. We'll wake you in a few hours."
Harry dragged himself upstairs and fell asleep. That night, he had dreams just like the ones the year before. Dreams that he had so well defended himself from with occlumency. They all flooded back, that first night he spent back in Sirius' house.
"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sirius!" Harry watched him fall. He jumped up and chased the one who had done it, Bellatrix LeStrange. He attacked her. She attacked him in return, and it went on. Finally, she hit him. . . he fell. . . he got up again, and she was gone. Voldemort was there. Harry killed him, but he got up again.
"No! I beat you!" he shot him with his gun, but Voldemort again stood up. "You should be dead!" he thrust the sword in his stomach, but Voldemort didn't even fall. Just then, Voldemort got bigger. Much bigger. He grew so large, Harry could barely see his face, so he ran. Voldemort chased him, making his scar hurt. He shot Voldemort, but he vanished and appeared in front of Harry. Voldemort leaned down, laughing at Harry.
"But Harry, one cannot live unless the other dies!"
Harry woke up. It was over. It had been like real life. He had felt himself fall. . .
Harry stood up, and went to the bathroom and washed his face. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked older, somehow. He had so much responsibility now, he was a teacher, a captain, a boyfriend (that felt so strange to say) and so much more. He was what the entire world was depending on.
He went downstairs to search for some food. When he entered the dining, there was a surprisingly large group there. He was almost run down by about five people as he tried to push his way to the table.
"Harry! Good morning!" Lupin said. He, Moody, Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and two people Harry didn't know were sitting at the table. There was no room for Harry.
Moody leaned to him. "Lets make it a little quieter, shall we?" he had a funny smile on his face. He stood up. "Alright! Everybody out! If you need somewhere to eat, do it standing! I'm sorry, but we need this room! It is now off limits unless myself or Harry here say so. Is that clear?" He barked. A few people looked offended.
Lupin sighed. "I'm sorry every one, you are welcome in here if the door is unlocked, but I'm sorry, I'll have to ask you to leave. You can just ignore the orders Moody gave you.
There were weak smiles around the room. People seemed to be slightly frightened of Moody, but they also seemed to respect Lupin. They all left, including the two people at the table that Harry didn't know.
"Err, Harry. I know this is a bit much, but it isn't always this crowded. It just so happens that almost every single person in the house wanted breakfast at the same time. Many of them are only here for a few days, we are trying to get people to stay with other people in London who are part of this, as a group of a thousand people can't all check into a hotel in the same month, it would get suspicious. You see, the Ministry was taken over, as we expected, just yesterday. This means that they have access to almost everything in the wizarding world. As many of the facilities were destroyed as possible, but until it happened, the Ministry still had a country to run."
Lupin was about to continue, when Tonks elbowed him in the ribs. "Let the poor boy sit down before you brief him!" She said.
Lupin smiled, but continued. "As you know, we are planning an attack. This is what we have so far. . ."
* * * * *
Harry spent the next month planning with Lupin and the rest of the Order. While talk of war was depressing, Harry was amazed that they all treated him like an adult, and they all took the things he said into account.
They had gotten almost one thousand and one hundred recruits. They were all so amazed, they had trouble planning for that many people.
While Voldemort had indeed taken over the ministry, he seemed to have very little control over it. The ministry knew that no matter what, they would be overtaken, but that didn't mean they couldn't prepare for it. A huge number of facilities were indeed destroyed, including the elevator (as far as anyone could see, it was the only way up and down the building, besides apparating) the dungeons, and as much of the department of mysteries as was humanly possible. Of course, there was so much dark, powerful magic in that department, that it was impossible to be rid of more than a few items.
Harry knew what one of those items they couldn't destroy was. The veil.
Harry spent quite a while thinking about Sirius, mainly because every thing in the house reminded Harry of Sirius. He often had a hard time concentrating. After a few days, though, Harry got himself under control.
The plan was to storm the Ministry building in a group of fifty, with the others waited to apparate in so that Voldemort couldn't tell how many more there were. They would take out as many Death Eaters as they could, but retreat before too much damage was done to their group. Then, the next group would go in, and the first would retreat to the end of the "line" and receive medical attention in the time before they went back in. Each time they went in, more and more people would go.
Harry would go in after a few groups, flying on his firebolt, wearing his invisibility cloak, away from the curses flying around the room. After the majority of the Death Eaters were gone, Harry would fly to Voldemort, and attack him. If the plan worked.
Sooner then he had hoped, May 31 came. All the teachers except Professor Binns, who was a ghost, Hagrid, and Professor Trelawney apparated in to number twelve, Grimmauld Place. They were greeted as warmly as possible, but many of the residents were getting tense, and the building was holding far more people than it had ever been built to hold.
No one said a word about it.
At breakfast on the first of June, Dumbledore took Harry aside. "Are you ready?"
Harry swallowed. His hands were sweating, but he wasn't even as nervous as he had been before his first Quiddich match. He was anxious.
"Yes. I'm ready for anything. I've faced death before. And I didn't have an army."
Dumbledore chuckled. "Just do your best, and don't try to be too much of a hero. You don't need to try for that."
They apparated to the starting point, a large field, bewitched to keep muggles out. It was located a few miles out of London. It was also specially bewitched so that anyone who did not know a special spell could not locate it. The only people who knew the spell were the eleven hundred people coming. There were already a few hundred people there, and it was only six o clock in the morning. They planned to start at nine. Everyone knew the plan, and they were almost ready to start. They assembled into groups, each one led by a single person. Lupin led one, as did Dumbledore and the other teachers, Tonks, Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and a few others Harry had met around the house, as well has a few he hadn't.
At a quarter to nine o'clock, Lupin pulled Harry up a tall podium in front of the crowd.. Lupin's voice was booming through the field.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are ready to go, and we will be leaving in exactly ten minutes. Now, Harry Potter, your leader, would like to say a few words."
Lupin signaled for him to come. Harry froze. Him talk? In front of all those people? He shook his head. Lupin's voice went back to normal, and he leaned down to Harry.
"Harry, you need to show them you are brave. Some might doubt you, as a sixteen year old, so you need to prove you are worthy. Now go get them ready."
Harry shot him a look for not telling him to prepare anything, and stood up at the podium. He looked across the field. More people than Harry had ever seen in one place, except at the Quiddich World Cup. He gulped. "You can do this," he thought. "Show them the bravery."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, today is the day. Today is the day that you show the world you can help. You show them your worth. And you be proud of yourself. Today is not the day it all ends. Today is the day it all begins."
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That's it. A couple things:
Indigal: Damn you and your observational skills!!!! GAHHHHH!!!!!!!!
There was more, but I really don't remember it. Please, read
I would like to add, just for wuzup13579: in chapter 9, when Harry attacks the Boggart, Voldemort's suit is purple. Sparkling purple. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry flew to 12 Grimmauld Place, landing at almost six o'clock in the morning. He was so tired, that he forgot he wasn't supposed to ring the doorbell. He rang it, and a moment later the door opened.
"Harry! You know better than that! Come in, come in!" Harry was pulled into the house, which was filled with the muffled screams of Sirius' mother. "VILE FILTH, COME TO DESTROY OUR FAMILY NAME, ITS HORRIBLE! YOU ALL DESERVE TO DIE, DISGUSTING MAGGOTS!"
She was silenced, but Harry felt horrible. The painting didn't even realize that her son was dead. Either that, or she didn't care.
Harry begged to sleep before they did any planning. Moody insisted that they start, but Moony calmly explained that they did indeed have a month. "Go to sleep, Harry. We'll wake you in a few hours."
Harry dragged himself upstairs and fell asleep. That night, he had dreams just like the ones the year before. Dreams that he had so well defended himself from with occlumency. They all flooded back, that first night he spent back in Sirius' house.
"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sirius!" Harry watched him fall. He jumped up and chased the one who had done it, Bellatrix LeStrange. He attacked her. She attacked him in return, and it went on. Finally, she hit him. . . he fell. . . he got up again, and she was gone. Voldemort was there. Harry killed him, but he got up again.
"No! I beat you!" he shot him with his gun, but Voldemort again stood up. "You should be dead!" he thrust the sword in his stomach, but Voldemort didn't even fall. Just then, Voldemort got bigger. Much bigger. He grew so large, Harry could barely see his face, so he ran. Voldemort chased him, making his scar hurt. He shot Voldemort, but he vanished and appeared in front of Harry. Voldemort leaned down, laughing at Harry.
"But Harry, one cannot live unless the other dies!"
Harry woke up. It was over. It had been like real life. He had felt himself fall. . .
Harry stood up, and went to the bathroom and washed his face. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked older, somehow. He had so much responsibility now, he was a teacher, a captain, a boyfriend (that felt so strange to say) and so much more. He was what the entire world was depending on.
He went downstairs to search for some food. When he entered the dining, there was a surprisingly large group there. He was almost run down by about five people as he tried to push his way to the table.
"Harry! Good morning!" Lupin said. He, Moody, Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and two people Harry didn't know were sitting at the table. There was no room for Harry.
Moody leaned to him. "Lets make it a little quieter, shall we?" he had a funny smile on his face. He stood up. "Alright! Everybody out! If you need somewhere to eat, do it standing! I'm sorry, but we need this room! It is now off limits unless myself or Harry here say so. Is that clear?" He barked. A few people looked offended.
Lupin sighed. "I'm sorry every one, you are welcome in here if the door is unlocked, but I'm sorry, I'll have to ask you to leave. You can just ignore the orders Moody gave you.
There were weak smiles around the room. People seemed to be slightly frightened of Moody, but they also seemed to respect Lupin. They all left, including the two people at the table that Harry didn't know.
"Err, Harry. I know this is a bit much, but it isn't always this crowded. It just so happens that almost every single person in the house wanted breakfast at the same time. Many of them are only here for a few days, we are trying to get people to stay with other people in London who are part of this, as a group of a thousand people can't all check into a hotel in the same month, it would get suspicious. You see, the Ministry was taken over, as we expected, just yesterday. This means that they have access to almost everything in the wizarding world. As many of the facilities were destroyed as possible, but until it happened, the Ministry still had a country to run."
Lupin was about to continue, when Tonks elbowed him in the ribs. "Let the poor boy sit down before you brief him!" She said.
Lupin smiled, but continued. "As you know, we are planning an attack. This is what we have so far. . ."
* * * * *
Harry spent the next month planning with Lupin and the rest of the Order. While talk of war was depressing, Harry was amazed that they all treated him like an adult, and they all took the things he said into account.
They had gotten almost one thousand and one hundred recruits. They were all so amazed, they had trouble planning for that many people.
While Voldemort had indeed taken over the ministry, he seemed to have very little control over it. The ministry knew that no matter what, they would be overtaken, but that didn't mean they couldn't prepare for it. A huge number of facilities were indeed destroyed, including the elevator (as far as anyone could see, it was the only way up and down the building, besides apparating) the dungeons, and as much of the department of mysteries as was humanly possible. Of course, there was so much dark, powerful magic in that department, that it was impossible to be rid of more than a few items.
Harry knew what one of those items they couldn't destroy was. The veil.
Harry spent quite a while thinking about Sirius, mainly because every thing in the house reminded Harry of Sirius. He often had a hard time concentrating. After a few days, though, Harry got himself under control.
The plan was to storm the Ministry building in a group of fifty, with the others waited to apparate in so that Voldemort couldn't tell how many more there were. They would take out as many Death Eaters as they could, but retreat before too much damage was done to their group. Then, the next group would go in, and the first would retreat to the end of the "line" and receive medical attention in the time before they went back in. Each time they went in, more and more people would go.
Harry would go in after a few groups, flying on his firebolt, wearing his invisibility cloak, away from the curses flying around the room. After the majority of the Death Eaters were gone, Harry would fly to Voldemort, and attack him. If the plan worked.
Sooner then he had hoped, May 31 came. All the teachers except Professor Binns, who was a ghost, Hagrid, and Professor Trelawney apparated in to number twelve, Grimmauld Place. They were greeted as warmly as possible, but many of the residents were getting tense, and the building was holding far more people than it had ever been built to hold.
No one said a word about it.
At breakfast on the first of June, Dumbledore took Harry aside. "Are you ready?"
Harry swallowed. His hands were sweating, but he wasn't even as nervous as he had been before his first Quiddich match. He was anxious.
"Yes. I'm ready for anything. I've faced death before. And I didn't have an army."
Dumbledore chuckled. "Just do your best, and don't try to be too much of a hero. You don't need to try for that."
They apparated to the starting point, a large field, bewitched to keep muggles out. It was located a few miles out of London. It was also specially bewitched so that anyone who did not know a special spell could not locate it. The only people who knew the spell were the eleven hundred people coming. There were already a few hundred people there, and it was only six o clock in the morning. They planned to start at nine. Everyone knew the plan, and they were almost ready to start. They assembled into groups, each one led by a single person. Lupin led one, as did Dumbledore and the other teachers, Tonks, Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and a few others Harry had met around the house, as well has a few he hadn't.
At a quarter to nine o'clock, Lupin pulled Harry up a tall podium in front of the crowd.. Lupin's voice was booming through the field.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are ready to go, and we will be leaving in exactly ten minutes. Now, Harry Potter, your leader, would like to say a few words."
Lupin signaled for him to come. Harry froze. Him talk? In front of all those people? He shook his head. Lupin's voice went back to normal, and he leaned down to Harry.
"Harry, you need to show them you are brave. Some might doubt you, as a sixteen year old, so you need to prove you are worthy. Now go get them ready."
Harry shot him a look for not telling him to prepare anything, and stood up at the podium. He looked across the field. More people than Harry had ever seen in one place, except at the Quiddich World Cup. He gulped. "You can do this," he thought. "Show them the bravery."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, today is the day. Today is the day that you show the world you can help. You show them your worth. And you be proud of yourself. Today is not the day it all ends. Today is the day it all begins."
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That's it. A couple things:
Indigal: Damn you and your observational skills!!!! GAHHHHH!!!!!!!!
There was more, but I really don't remember it. Please, read