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A.N.  I mad this extra long, because I'm currently sugar high and needed to waste the extra energy. If you don't like crazy people wielding large machine guns, don't read the end of this chapter. But then again, if you don't like that stuff, why are you reading this in the first place?

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There was something wrong with this day. It signaled change. And change was annoying. Harry couldn't' thing of a day that had annoyed him more than this one.

He was currently sitting in the great hall in an "I'm mad. Don't piss me off, I'm running out of places to hide" mode. Most of the Gryffindors had edged away from him at this point, and the only people brave enough to get near him were Ron and Hermione.

As Harry sat fuming at the Gryffindor table, Draco Malfoy was sitting at the Slytherin table, trying to get the fact that he only had a few days left to give an answer to his father left.


"Well" He mused. "At least there's Hogsmede today.

As the students filed out of the great hall, he suddenly had the impression that today was going to be different.

He didn't know what it was going to be, but something was changing. That probably meant something bad.

As he followed the crowd out the great doors, past Filch, he suddenly had the impression that he was walking into danger.

Shaking off the thought, he jogged up to Blaise Zabini, the only other Slytherin in his year that wasn't in detention.

**Later**

Harry had slipped away form his friends, and was currently searching for a bookstore in Hogsmede, when he felt the sudden flare of the power from nearby.

His head snapped around, searching for the source, when he felt like laughing.

There was currently a "death eater raid" going on at Hogsmede, the members of the Syndicate dressing up in long dark robes, just generally causing major chaos.

Sighing, wishing he could join in, he trotted back toward the main bustle, when he heard familiar laughter.

Carefully moving, so he wouldn't be seen, he sneaked up behind one of the robed figures, grabbed his arm, and dragged him behind a few bushes.

"Who the FUCK!"

The figure had been tangled in his robes, and as he struggled to free his head, Harry couldn't help but burst out in silent laughter.

"I'll get you!!!"

The figure shouted as he pulled his head out, waving his wand, until he spotted Harry.

"Harry?!"

With joyful smiles, the two embraced.

"Harry. What are you doing here? We thought you'd be lock up in a dungeon up at Hogwarts or something. We came to rescue you."

Harry grinned, and lifted the collar of his robes.

"Merlin's dribble and you did all this for me? You shouldn't have."

He broke out in a wide grin.

"While you're here, I have to tell you that I need the Atlantian translator buried somewhere in the library. The ward book's up in my dorm."

The tall wizard nodded, making a mental note, and then turned to Harry.

"Why are you staying here? You know you can get away. Even with the scrawls."

Harry shrugged.

"I don't know. There's something up at the castle, and I'm sensing a very strong potential ally."

The other wizard took this in, and right as he opened his mouth, two other wizards walked up, carrying between them, Draco Malfoy.

"Hey boss. This is one of them Malfoys. Can we kill him? Can we? Can we?"

Harry burst out laughing.

"Don, Mark, just as messed up as ever I see."

The two pulled the hoods of their robes back, and grinned.

"Well. If it isn't the one we came for. If we weren't going for Hogwarts, we wouldn't have worn these silly robes. I mean, death eaters can move in these?"

Suddenly, the two remembered Malfoy, who was still struggling between them.

"Let me go! I'm Lucious's son! You can't hurt me!"

The tall wizard burst out laughing.

"Yep. Defiantly one of the Malfoy's. Do you think putting his head on a spike and waving it around would scare Lucious?"

Draco paled as he herd this, and suddenly his eyes fell on Harry, who was currently sitting quite comfortable on the ground, his wand next him, and laughing his head off with the rest of them."

He's one of them. The words paraded through his mind as Harry slowly got up, pocketing his wand.

"Come on Tobias. If you kill him and I know about it, that old muggle loving idiot will lock me up in the dungeons. And besides, he thinks you're death eaters."

Don and Mark looked at each other, shrugged, and dropped the boy.

"Ah well, we'll have our fun some other time. You coming Harry?"

Tobias answered for him.

"Nah. Looking for more allies up at the castle. Come-on. Lets round everyone up. You know how pissed Xander gets if we miss his training sessions."

The three turned, and started off towards the screams, called for the members to regroup and "move their ass, they got what they came for" when Harry turned to Malfoy who was still cowering on the ground.

"I should erase your memory, but I think I'll be evil and let you run around with your crazy imagination."

Giving a grin that sent chills down Malfoy's spine, Harry turned to look for his friends, humming a tune of a muggle song he had heard awhile ago.

**Meanwhile** (Here comes the blood)

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were currently in the forests of Albania, just after having escaped a large party of death eaters.

"Come on. We have to get out of here. Damn Voldemort for those anti-apparition wards he put up."

Remus panted as they ran, making sure good distance was put between them and the cursed that were echoing loudly through the trees.

Suddenly, Sirius stopped, and put his hand out to halt Remus.

"Moony, I think we're screwed."

Came the whisper as giants crashed through the underbrush.

"These must be the renegade giants."

Remus whispered.

"I don't care what kind of giants they are, as long as they don't get us. Watch our back. I'm summoning help."

As Remus wiped out his wand, confused as to Sirius's meaning, he heard a soft thud behind him, and suddenly realized that Padfoot had summoned the Syndicate first aid kit.

An average sized trunk filled with lethal weapons.

"Damn. I was aiming for the ones with the grenades, but these will work."

Remus suddenly felt something being plopped into his hands, and when he looked down, he was a pair of gauntlets, and a long hunting rifle.

Sirius was strapping a large atk-34 to his back, and pulling out a very large machine gun. Emphasis on very.

Remus paled as he realized what Sirius was going to do.

"Sirius…"

He started, but Sirius looked up with a strange expression.

"Just cover my back. I'll get us out of here."

He said as he turned to face the oncoming giants, after banishing the trunk.

Remus decided the best thing for him was turning to face the cursing death eaters, and he reluctantly pulled the rifle up to his eyes, preparing to shoot.

As he felt the ground shake underfoot, he felt something shit behind him.

Suddenly…

"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Came the war cry as Sirius let loose.

Remus quickly dispatched two death eaters, and spared a moment to look back at his friend.

Sirius was currently shouting as he fired barrage after barrage at the giants, half of them already lying dead on the ground.

The atk-34 was in his left hands, under the machine gun, firing random shots at the giants. It looked as if he was having wayyyyyyyyyyyyy too much fun.

Suddenly remembering the death eaters, Remus turned, just in time, to stop a death eater from cursing Sirius, and was about to fire again, when Sirius's voice came from behind him.

"DUCK!"

Remus instantly threw himself at the ground, and discovered exactly why Sirius was asking him to duck.

He had now unleashed his sadistic urges on the death eaters, and the amount of blood in the air was bringing Remus's werewolf senses up, even though the moon was waxing.

It looked like a funny muggle war movie. The enemy rushing forward, jerking as his body caught a round, and slumped down, leaving enough space for another idiot to charge forward.

"You know…"

Sirius commented casually as he threw the empty machine gun away and hefted the atk-34 in his hands.

"… I'd really like it if we could do this more often. It's too bad that not all out enemies are this stupid."

As Sirius suddenly found his lack of bullets frustrating, Remus grabbed his arm, wheeled him around, and started dragging him off.

"Hey! Moony! Stop! I have to destroy them all…"

Moony stopped him with a look.

"You can do that after we deliver our news to Harry. Now, come-on. You can start a mass holocaust some other time."

Sighing, Sirius discarded his empty gun, and ran after Remus, laughing as they passed the bleeding carcasses of the giants.

"Sirius, you like bloodshed way too much."

Remus said as they rounded a couple of trees, his eyes darting around for the portkey.

"Yeah. I know."

Sirius answered, right before they grabbed an old discarded tire, sending them spinning off into blackness."