Harry Potter And The Imprisoning War
Copyright: I, The Author do hereby proclaim that I do not own The Harry Potter World. It is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Books, and The W.B. Enterprises. I DO on the other hand, own a good deal of new things introduced in the book. Although I do not own them right and proper with a copyright, I would ask anyone to use my ideas to ask permission to use them.
Chapter 11: The Last Raid
As they rode down the road, Harry was looking forward to be back in a friendlier environment, receiving a hero's welcome at The Gutted Fox, The Balladeer singing songs of heroism, and tasting The Balladeer's fine stew.
"Hey Ron!" Charlie called. "How're those girls doing back there?"
A five second pause and
"Their surviving!" Ron called. "But much longer, and they won't be alive any longer!"
Harry now had a fear of urgency about him to ensure these women don't die.
As the village came into view, George put his foot down and sped towards the city at highest speed. As they went down the field, they stopped at last at The Gutted Fox.
As the truck stopped, many of the (Non passed-out) drinkers met up at the door. The Balladeer and Barney in the lead gaped in pure amazement at the truck.
"How the blewdy hell?" Barney said in pure monotonic amazement.
"He stole Farmer Tom's truck" was the beginning whisper amongst the fifteen or twenty strong crowd. But then it turned into great waves of cheers and shouts of "He stole Farmer Tom's truck!"
"But that's not all!" Fred shouted amongst the crowd. Fred grabbed the corpse of Farmer Tom and lifted him into the air. "I pronounce Farmer Tomâ he paused for five seconds DEAD AND GONE FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!
At this the fifteen odd strong crowd sounded like they couldn't have heard properly. Farmer tom couldn't have diedâ could he?
"Did you hear that?" Barney said. "Tom, dead. Tom, dead? TomâDEAD, ME FRIENDS! FARMER TOM IS DEAD AND GONE FOREVER, HALLELEUJAH AMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The group then cheered not as fifteen. But fifteen hundred. And the Balladeer started looking in the truck produce carrier, he called out in alarm.
"Lads, there some girls here! They must be half dead!" he shouted.
The crowd went through three stages of emotion, first cheerful at Farmer Tom's death, then ecstatic at hearing there were women in the back of the truck, than sullen and businesslike at the word of "Half dead". The then started to crowd around the truck talking in loud voices.
"HOLD IT!" Barney shouted, and the crowd shut up and looked at him.
"We've got ter take care of em'!" Barney commanded. "You lot, move the girlies upstairs into the beds. You lot, grab the veggies and all and bring em' inside. Balladeer, you make'm stew for the girls. Ronny, Gerge, Freddy, Billy, Charlie, little Harry boy" Barney stuttered for a bit. "You go choose yer Root Beer Barrel. I'll keep up mer deal." He finished unhappily. All the Weasley's and Harry hooted in cheer and entered the pub and George said loudly "How about this EXTREMLY VALUABLE case of French Vanilla Crème Porter!" Barney looked as dead as the women.
In about a half an hour, the girls were in bed and curling up in warmth. (In which they filled one and a half of the two floors where lodging was provided.) And the Balladeer was working his culinary talents by dumping in the cut cheeses, meats, and vegetable in a great cooking cauldron over the large fire in the corner. A fine smell of smoke came from the fire and the savoury scent of cheese and meat wafted through the air making Harry's mouth water. In Harry's idea, the pub was no longer a pub, but gave the impression of a busy hospital.
At eight o'clock, the stew was ready, and Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Ron, and Harry got first bowls.
Harry had stew like this once before, but it was nowhere near this good. And that was when he was at the Dursleys and it ended up being tainted and he spent the next day in agony, then throwing up at dinner then spending the next day in bed with stomach flu. (Which the Dursleys had to do otherwise they would be arrested for child abuse) and that stew was horrible. But this was heaven. The cheeses were rich and gooey; the meats were tender, juicy, and bursting with flavour. And the vegetables weren't raw, nor were they soggy they were perfect in crispiness and moisture. Harry and the Weasley's were in total bliss.
The Balladeer was in ecstasy at their happiness "OY, BARNEY!" The Balladeer shouted. "STEW"S ON!"
Barney then came down with over forty bowls for the stew.
"I isena ready fer the stew of de Gods!" he said in eagerness. And he started with a bowl for himself.
The Balladeer poured the stew into Barney's bowl and he ate it in pure happiness, he then grabbed the other bowls for the women. Harry and the Weasley's assisted in the carrying of stews. It seemed to warm the girls into talking. They asked such things as where were they and if they were dead because they were in a place which was so much cleaner and friendlier then there own cages. The men said that they were free from Farmer Tom, and he was dead. The girls were so happy they hugged and kissed the men. (Harry blushed exceptionally bright, when an extremely buxom girl kissed Harry like mad when she heard the story and he was an exceptionally large part in their rescue.) As the women were being consoled and fed. A loud rugged voice of some one-hundred sounded out in cold song.
We'll hang em' damn oul Weasley's from a rotten Yewish Tree!
We'll hang em' damn oul Weasley's from a rotten Yewish Tree!
We'll hang em' damn oul Weasley's from a rotten Yewish Tree!
Our Lord shall be revenged!
As everybody heard this, wild shrieks of anger and joy came from the upper floors. As Barney looked outside, he shouted. "RAID! RAID! SOUND THE HORN!!!"
Harry then heard some person's feet going up the stairs into what seemed like the attic and a loud bassish horn. Harry then looked outside. There they were, looking furious and carrying white flags dressed with spots of blood and having their rifles slung over there soldiers. And in the front was the newly appointed captain. (A round English man.) And three groups of five men were coaxing what looked like three gigantic wolves. Soon Harry noticed them to be the famous Wolfhounds of Farmer Tom. They looked at this length apart, the size of Harry. But then he noticed from the town, which was mile off from the pub. About fifty men came marching in unison, with guns in their hands, and a banner that sported the legend.
FLYING FUSILIERS OF THE GUTTED FOX PUB
And they sang this strain which went like
When I was young and in my prime
And could wander wild and free
I was drafted into Fusiliers
To protect the children of we
So I sing farewell to Childhood
And farewell to me blessed Mum
And I think of them both day and night
Until I return once more
'Till I return once more
Harry then noticed the troops at the speed they were going would soon collide into each other. He couldn't risk it and shouted.
"Barney! We need help we n-"
He stopped because a helmet was then pushed onto his head, and knocked his head. Stares winking, he then was shoved a long thin something into his hands. When the stars left him, he noticed it to be a flag pole with the picture on the banner of the Gutted Fox sign.
"What am I supposed to do with this?!" Harry said in anxious tones.
"You're up front wit me, da Balladeer, and all of dem Weasley's" You're the colour guard, which means to just carry the flag. It as' a pointed top in case yer in a tight spot, yer understand?" Barney asked.
"Yes" Harry said.
"Good" Barney said. "Nowâ BATALLION!" Harry jumped at Barney shouting, "OUTSIDE DA PUB! NOW!"
He then saw the twenty strong men open what looked like a brandy cupboard which happened to be a gun cupboard. Bill and Charlie were up front ad there fore got the best guns. They grabbed bullets and powder. And ran outside to meet in two perfect lines of ten. Then the Weasley's were up front in the staff line in front of the two battalion lines (Fred and George had a decorative sabre on their belts and a rifle each. Bill and Charlie had a large captain's hat each and their rifles, and Ron had a drum on his waist.) The balladeer had his guitar and a pistol. And Barney had the finest rifle to him and was in the perfect centre of the leading staff line.
"BATTALION!" Barney shouted. "PREPARE TER MARCH!"
They then stood firm up straight. Harry followed suit.
"BEFORE WE BEGIN!" Barney began. "LEMME JUST SAY DAT DIS WILL VERY MUCH BE THE LAST RAID! AND THEREFORE I GIVE COMMAND OF THE BATTALION TO ME GUEST CAPTAIN'S. YOU'RE IN COMMAND FROM FRED, GERGE, BILLY, CHARLIE, HARRY, RONNY, AND THE BALLADEER! AM I CLEAR?"
"YES SIR!" they shouted. But Harry nearly stumbled. He was given command of the soldiers? He didn't think he could command them without losing them all.
"You are given complete command of my Battalion." Barney said to the group. "Please do not send them needlessly to there deaths."
A solemn "Yes, Sir" was heard from the group. The most confident looking was surprisingly Ron. He accepted without fear.
The group of seven turned around to their soldiers. And said (Half heartedly with none of Barney's gusto) "Battalion, March!" and they did march to the field where the other troops were facing each other forty feet apart.
They then heard Barney call to them. "Ah would like a counsel wit our Battalion Staff please!"
They ran to him where they began discussion.
"Ah think we need ter rally for peace" Barney said concernedly.
"Peace, schmease! I say we shoot them!" Fred said in anger.
"I second that!" George agreed slapping his brother on the back.
"But they out number us three to one at least!" Bill says. "I vote for peace rally."
"I agree" Ron said. "If they don't go for peace, then we'll shoot them!"
The group then agreed that peace came first, and if they were thick. We'd shoot them. The Balladeer then left the circle to the Flying Fusiliers.
"Why you going ter them?" Barney asked in confusion.
"We've got to tell them our plan at the least." The Balladeer said at him as if he should know this. And he left to the Flying Fusiliers were and he talked with their captain. As they talked, there was a moment in Harry's stomach in which he was afraid of their plan failing. But The Balladeer returned with a grin.
"The Fusiliers'll allow an audience with the enemy!" he said in gladness. And Harry's heart lightened relived.
Barney then said to Ron. "Now, Ronny, I want you ta call n' audience by shouting 'Request Audience!' makes sure you say dis nice and loud. Den shouts 'we would speak wit da generals' and den play a small ditty wit yer drum and we'll take it up from there. Ya understand?"
"Pretty much" Ron said with only the slightest essence of nervousness.
"Then get on wit it!" Barney shouted.
Ron then ran out to the hill where he stopped, looking quite incredible on his lonesome at the top of the hill in front of two armies staring each other down.
"AHEM!!" Ron said in exaggeration to gain there attention. Both "armies" looked at him in sudden expectation. "Uhâ REQUEST AUDIENCE!!!" he shouted and the people took sudden notice and the armies turned entirely to face Ron. "Errâ WE WOULD SPEAK WITH THE GENERALS!!!" the then played three quick beats on his drum and, feeling emboldened returned to the Staff line.
After that, the captain of the Flying Fusiliers (A burly local) and the Snitchguards captain (I've already told you what he looked like.) walked to the meeting place.
"Harry" Barney whispered. "You go up fer the conversation and do not falter!"
"Alright" Harry said. Nervous about screwing this up, walked forward.
As Harry reached the duo. The Snitchguard captain walked to him and asked "Well, what does your captain want flag boy!?"
Harry felt offended at this remark.
"I'm one of the captains." Harry said in calmness.
"What!" the Snitchguard yelled in anger. (Quite a few Snitchguards looked at him.) "I will not parley with a flag guard! Have you're people no shame or pride!" He shouted to the Flying Fusiliers captain.
"We have more honour than all of your soldiers together!" The Fusilier Captain said in pure agitation. "Your lot survive on hatred and bondage rape of your prostitutes! Whilst we proud soldiers have betrotheds and wives at home, we come to talk of peace, not of pride!"
"I have said before, I WILL NOT PARLEY WITH FLAG GUARDS. More or less, the person who helped in the murder of our beloved leader! We will never make peace with the Horridlivers!" The Snitchguard than left for his troops. The Fusilier captain than turned to Harry.
"I am with your troops even of you are a Colour guard who is a captain. We will not succumb. Please tell to your other captains that peace is simply non-existent." He the returned to his own troops and Harry followed suit.
"Well?" Ron asked, what's going to happen. Harry said only this.
"Blast em' to Hell"
End Chapter
Hello! Hope you're satisfied with this chapter. I'll try to get the next chapter up before the end of September, (Due to struggling with school work) and I'd like to inform every one what a Horridliver is exactly
Horridliver: An insulting term to the pubgoers of The Gutted Fox due to the heavy drinking of Root Beer as drinking actual Beer ruined a persons liver if heavily consumed.
Thank you for reading my story and please review.