A/N: I'll start excusion myself... irst, i told you y left for holidays 1/12, and y came back the 30th, but instead of coming back to MY house, i waent to a friends one, were there was no computer, for a weak. Then, when i finaly came back, i had two days for myself before my frend came to my house for five days. Lastly, i left after two days of pease, i left again, to another's friend house were there, again, was no computer, for 11 days. So you cans see i had no time to write until now 2/27 to do anything. Sorry to u all, realy, but i had to make something of my summer! After all, i live in the south of the blue and green earth, and no it's summer ... xD

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It took Harry no more that threee days to heal enought to go back to his normal life, though he was nowhere near his past physical condition. He still had all the knowledg, yes, but his physical training had to be practically restarted. It was obviously going faster than before, but it was still boring to go through the training all over again. Thegood part ofall the thing was that they had dropped any other kind of training to get Harry back to his best. This way they expected to take just two months of constant hard work. But now that he was an elf things seemed to be going a little faster.

It was a "Friday" night, after a particulary hard day of training, that Harry was dragging himself up stairs to his bedroom after dinner, for a much deserved night of sleep. He sleepily stripped of his clothes and threw himself on bed just in boxers, conscious long enough to just cover himself and mumble a weak 'Off' to turnall thelights ofhis roomoff. He fell asleep a second later, all occlumency forgoten.

He was in a dark circular stone room, hiding in the shadows. The admosphere was forboding, full of evil and anger (Legolas: LOTR-TTT In the Fangorn Forest). He loked around and noticed the few torches that illuminated the huge hall. But the fire in them was not normal. All torches had a black flame each, which flickered with a white glow, the black of the flame seemingly sucking the light instead of shining. The hall was rounded, Harry estimateda diameter as long as Hogwarts' Great Hall's length. Four thirty feet (9mts) tall pillars stood in a squared in the middle, separated by Fourty feet (12mts) or so from each other. They were as thick as old oaks, snakes curling around them like in the Chamber of Secrets.But this snakes looked murderous and visious, rubi eyes glowing like alive with malice. A high obsidian thone stood in front of him, some feet behind the far couple off pillars. It was decorated with silver designs of snakes and runes of death, pain and doom. Also there were runes for lordship, greatness and "The One and Only One". It stood on top of a six feet wide and a foot tall rounded stone platform. A huge ebony double door stood just a yard away to his right, its handle made of silver.

Suddenly the sound of a door oppening startled Harry out of his observations. It was a door he hadn't noticeb before, situated in the far corner to the right of the throne. In came a figure cloaked in black, tall and thin, it's hood up coverng its features. Except for its eyes. They were bright evil rubi red, sucking all light, goodness and hope like a Dementor. Harry recogniced the person instantly. Not for his scar, not for the figure itself, but because of the feeling it caused. It was "Lord" Voldemort a.k.a Tom Marvolo Riddle (a/n: and Voldie and Tommy, etc). Behind him came two more cloaked ahd hooded figures, their faces covered with white masks. One was a man (an excuse of a man), whowas cowering and shrinking behind his "master's" figure. The other was a woman, standing tall and pround behind her "master". It was obvious to Harry who these people were. Peter Pettigrew and Bellatrix Lestrange.

The "Dark Lord" walked slowly and in a dementor-like way to his thone and sat with a dramatic swish of his black cloak and robes. With that movement the silver rim of the robes and cloak twinkled with the light, showing itself. Meanwhile, Wormtail stood a foot (30cm) behind the throne and toVoldemort's right, while Lestrange tohis left and next to the chair. When he (or it) was perfectly sitted on his thone he (it) waved carelessly to Wormtail to come foward. Shaking even more violently than before, the rat slowly walked nearer his master and extended his left arm to him. A sadisticflash crossed theeyes of the evil man before he grabbed Wormtail's arm and pull him nearer. Then he slid the sleeve up, reveiling the dark mark, and pressed his right index and middle fingers on it. Pettirgrew screamed in pain as Voldemort called his servants using his mark.

Less than a minute later cracks and pops were heard all around the room as all the Death Eaters summoned apparated themselves into the place. They positioned themselves in a half moon position in front of Voldemort's throne, each bowing and kissing the hem of their master's robes before going to their place. Among the ones in the first row in front of Voldemort, Harry recogniced one of the robed figures. He stoodtall and proud, no fear in his accions and movements, its demeanour cold and calculating. To Harry it was obvious who this men was, manly because he didin't stand pompously or shakily like the rest of the people in Riddle's inner circle. Then it could only be one man... Severus Snape.

A few minutes later the cracking and popping stopped as all the Death Eaters had appeared. They were nearly a hundred, which Harry knew wasn't a good thing. Considering the lack of armies in the wizardring world and knowing that Voldemort's army was still building itself it wasn't a good thing. Not good at all...

The meeting started. Voldemort stood from his thone, to which all the Death Eaters bowed deeply before he started to talk.

'My loyal Death Eaters, it has come to my attention that there is still no news about Potter, from any of you,' He started, his tone cold as ice and hard as stone, although it was a low hiss. He then continued, his eyes angered and glittering in sadistic lust. 'Not a word, after a whole month and a half of search and research. The only good new I have resieved was given to me by Severus,' he continued, his anger subduing just a little. 'We just know that that Muggle loving fool of Dumbledore knows as much as us. Then, I was told, again by Severus, that certain close friends of the Potter boy, the Weasleys, are leaving their hiding place and are going back to their... "house". Now, Lucius, my "friend", he told me where their house was...'

There was a long pause as the "Dark Lord" surveyed hi servants. Then he stated, his voise hard and loud, dripping hatred and evil. 'We atack them tonight. This will bring the boy back to the wizardring world, or, if he doesn't come, will take all the support he ever had away. He will be seen as a coward and unloyal among his "friends".' He then looked at does in the first road, his inner circle. His tone turning to a dangerous hiss, he continued. 'Severus, one of my most loyal Death Eaters, I know you hold a hate against the boy stronger than most in here. I give you the honor of leading this mission. You have the right to take fifteen other Death Eaters with you, and seven Dementors. You will attack in two ours.'

'Yes, my Lord,' Snape said, bowing deeply, his voice betraying non of his emotions, andhis eyes shadowed by his hood.

'Leave now,' commaded Voldemort. 'Use the Mor Hall to make any plans you nead. I'll send the Dementors five minutes before you leave. You are dismissed. Avery, stay behind.'

After the Snakeman's words, all figures bowed and left the room (including wormtail and Lestrange), the inner circle, except for Snape, apparating away, the rest through the door near Harry.

Voldemort glared coldly at the lonely figure standing infront of him. His mouth opened then as he started talking, but Harry heard no sound, as the dream started fading away, and he drifted back to consiousness.

His eyes flew open, and he shot up in surprice, panting slightly as he remembered the dream. It had been real, he knew it.His father had taught him how to know.

He breath a couple of calming breaths as he sat on his bed, thinking about the dream and his following actions... He looked around desperately and searched for his wall clock. It was hanging above on the wall the hearth. Mumbling 'on' the lights of his room turned on and he was able to see perfectly. It was midnight. The dream must have taken him to Earth, because he'd goone to sleep somewhere near ten pm, and the meetin had lasted only some minutes. He sat there, thinking of his foloowing actions. What should he do? Should he wait untill tomorrow? Or should he wake his parents, Remus now?

Two ours in Earth is half a day here, he thought to himself. But we have to preparate and... Better wake them now, he desided in the end and got out of bed. He went to his wardrobe and took a black hoody that lay on the floor in front of him, and put it on. Then he went out of his room and turned left to his parnets bedroom. He tried to open the door but it was closed. He started knocking it, three times and then waited. When he got no answer he knocked three times again and stood waiting. A minute or so later, when he reseived no answer, he decided to open the door himself. He closed his eyes consentrating and there open them, mumbling "Alohomora" under his breath, the door opened silently. He pushed the supposedly heavy, but really light larch door and stepped inside.

The room was huge, nearly twice as big as his. The king size bed that was in front of him dwarfed in comparrison to the rest of the place. It had mainly the same things as his room, though added was a dressing table a few feet away from the right side of the bed, there was a third door to the left of the bed, there were much more bookshelves, the desk was for two people and the sitting place was large enough for at least ten people. Also, it was decorated in beige, gold and burgundy. It was more elegant and had a femenine touch obviously added by his mother.

He wasn't caring about it though. He ran to his mother bedside, to the right, and looked down at her for a brief moment. She was completely naked, covered from the waist down by the sheets. Never caring about her amount of clothing, he gently shook her shoulder.

'Mum, wake up,' he called in an urgent whisper. 'Mum! Wake up!'

Suddenly, Harry found himself with his mother's wand pressed against his chest.

'Harry!' Lily cried out in a hushed tone, surprised. 'What are you doing hear,' she asked him seriously. Then her espression turned to a worried one. 'You're pale son, what happened?' she askes as she stood up and went to the dressing table, took the cream green dressing gown that rested on the stool and put it on turning to face her son again.

'We have no time,' Harry said urgently as he jumped on the bed and started shaking his father, who, as a matter of fact, was also naked (A/N: you det the point). He continued shaking him and calling his name and "Dad" for more than a minute before he got tire. He frowned at his father's form and consentrated for some second. Then, waving his hand a foot above his father's head, he created a jar full of water, ice cubes foating on its surface. With another wave of his hand, the jar turned around.

'AAARGGH!' James Potter woke up screaming, as he shot up to a siting position, splitting some drops off his face. Then he started shaking his head violently, throwing water all around.

'Dad, Mother Nature will make sure that there's enough rain to keep all living beings in this world alive, we don't need more' Harry comented in a deadpanned tone.

'Harry James Potter, was that necessary!' James shouted indignatedly.

'Yes,' Harry answered cooly. He then rolled over his father and off the bed, landing smoothily on the floor. He took the dark coloured pajama bottoms that lay on the floor and threw it to his father, square on the face. 'Now, put that on and lets go to wake Remus up'

'Son, what's going on?' James asked, now in a serious tone, as he put the pants on.

'Voldemort,' was Harry's blunt answer as he left the room without looking behind.

He needed to say no more, as both his parents strode out of the room behind him, saying nothing more. They went to the door in front of Harry's and as Harry turned the knob, they found it was open. Harry entered with no hesitation, to find himself in a replica of his room, if we didn't cosidered colour, which changed tobeige, blue and black (N/A: "b" obsesion). He strode to the bed and found Remus sleeping in a dissastrous mess of sheets and covers.

'Remus, wake up,' he whispered, in a vain attempt to wake him without a fuss. Failing two more times, Harry lost what little patient he had at the moment and shouted, 'Wake up, man! There's no time to sleep!'

A second later, Harry found himself with Remus wand pressed against his chest. He shook his head and tutted. 'Second time in one night, this is bad,' he mumbled to himself. This was heard by all others in the room and made them chuckle slightly. But the cheerful moment didn't last long as Lily asked again, 'Harry, what happened?'

'Voldemort,' the boy answered bluntly.

'What is it this time,' asked Remus with a sigh, speeking for the first time.

'When I went to bed tonight, I was to tired to even think about remembering occlumency, so, obviously, I didn't do my exercises. I do have permanent walls around my mind that prevent direct attacks, but any vision the link itself sends to me, I can't stop it with this wall. But it can only be a true vision because if it was Voldemort my wall would have stopped him,' Harry explained, making a pause to gather his thought. 'Tonight (it was night on Earth) they had a meeting, Voldemort and the Death Eaters. They are attacking the Burrow,' he ended with heavy sigh, staring at his feet. 'In two hours for them.'

'Couldn't you tell us at our morning at least. And wouldn't Snape tell the order,' asked James a bit irritated.

'Snape is in charge of this mission, he can't just leave the place. And no, I couldnt wait till tomorrow,' Harry answered coldly.

'Harry, two hours in Earthare half a day here,' Remus objected.

'Yes, two hours there are twelve hours in here, but we nead to get there before to evacuate the house and put the illusions that will fool the scanners and make them believe that the Weasleys are there and not us. That is we need to get there one hour before, which is six hours before from here, and then its the fact that Mum or I have to take Remus with the shadows. That is half an hour less there, three hours less here. And then, we have to prepare ourslves. You get my point,' Harry say in the same cold tone from before.

'You're right, son,' Lily said nodding her head. Then she started in a commanding tone. 'Men, get dressed. Black or dark blue clothes. In fifteen minutes we meet in the hallway. Then, we go to the kitchensfor food and coffee, we need to be awake for the fight. Then we go and make our stategy. That will leave us with something like half an hour to take whatever weapon or artefact we nead. Now... MOVING MEN!'

'Yes Miss!' they chorused with mock salutes. Then they bursted out laughing, followed by a chuckling and blushingLily, as she shook her head. Still laughing, the Potters left the room to get changed, parting ways in the hall.

Harry enetered his bedroom, and swiftly walked to the closet. As he opened the door he found himself with could only be compared to the remains of a battle. The place was a disaster, clothes littered all over the floor, some piles here and there, shoes, trainers, shirts, pants, shorts, you name it. And, there was nearly no clothes on the shelves or the hangers. Frowning deeply at his mess he mumbled some words and wave his hand, his arm extended in front of him at shoulder level. In seconds all clothes and footwear were placed in their place after a blur of floationg things.

Sighing, Harry moved to the back of the place, where a mirror stood in front of him, and turned to face the shelves to his right. There were his combat clothes. They were all of dark colours, although he had some elven fighting clothes. He took a pair of night blue pants, made of a fabric light an soft as silk, but nearly unbreakable, and imposible to burn (Chasier Chah-sier like in verbs A/N: Look for it nowere because i inveneted it), a black cotton t-shist, and a hoody made of the same fabric and colour than his pants. He then took a cloak made again of Chasier and also dark blue. Then Harry proseeded to dress himself, putting on his pants, the he took of the hoody he had been wearing before, put on his shirt and then his other hoody.

Afters surveying himself in the mirror, he kneeled down and turned to his left, where a tidy group of footwear lay. He took two black leather knee high boots, and put them on, tightening with strong pulls the strings that held them. The bootssles werejust a thicker layer of leather, making then perfect for stealth. And with no metal, only strings, they made no sound at all. Harry then stood up and took a black leather string and a hair brush from a space at eye level in front of him. Turning to the mirror, he roughly brushed his hair, tying it in a low ponytail with the string. Finaly putting his cloak on, clicking the silver fastening close, he left the "room" and went to his bathroom. There he quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face with cold water to efectively wake himself.

It was ten minutes after he had left Remus' room and went to his that he walked back into the corridor, finding it empty. He closed his door, locking it with a wave of his hand, and leaned against it, his hands resting behind the back of is neck. A few minutes later Remus walked out of hisownbedroom, in an atire similar to Harry's, with the difference that his clothes were all black and the clasp of the clock was made of gold, for obvious reasons. They nodded to each other in silent greeting and stood ther waiting, Remus mirroring Harry's posture.

They had to waitfive more minutes before James and Lily came out of their room, James shaking his head amused, while Lily glared at him. 'For the seventh time in the night, James Potter, brush your hair!' screeched Lily furiously, but only causing her husband to burst out in a fit of laughter. Hmphing indignatedly, she crossed her armes and glared sharply at the other two men who were barely controling their laughter.

'Men,' she huffed, swiftly walking by them and down the hall to the main stairs. Sighing as she walked, she said, 'Come on, we need food and drinks. Let's go to the kitchens.'

All three men were startled by her tired and heavy tone, and went silent in a second. Sharing a worried glance the walked behind Petals. They quickly made their way through the halls and passages, taking all the short cuts posible. In less than two minutes they were on the kitchens, with a horde of house-elves surrounding them. They quickly ordered their "breakfast", which was ready in a fewminutes, and ate it as quickly as they could, taking less thatfive minutes to do so.

When they where finished they practically ran through the corridors, to one of the strategy halls in the castle, in the first floor. Once in there they started planing what they were going to do and how they where going to do it.

'So, how do we do it?' asked James, looking at his son.

'The place were the house is is very open, and lacking surrounding building, which is good. But the problem is that not too far away there is a forest, perfect for hiding. It's all perfect for the Death Eaters to set their attack, but it'll be easy to screw up if we get there first,' Harry said, instanly setting his mind in war mode.

'The problem is to convince them we are trustworthy,' continue Remus. 'Both Molly and Arthur know perfectly the situation the world is in, and would attack us in the spot if we go in suspiciouly. Also, Molly is very protective of her children, and even if all the ones in the house at the moment are adults, she can be worst than many Aurors, when her family is endangered.'

'So, we need to find a way to make them trust us... but without telling who we are,' Lily mumbled, more to herself than to the rest.

'Why not tell them?' asked James a bit confused.

'It'd be soooo easy, Dad,' Harry started, his voice dripping sarcasm. 'I'll knock the door, and when they open it, say, "Hi, it's Harry, I just thought that I'll drop by and tell you that there's a group of Death Eaters coming to attack you kill you all. I Also thought that I'll bring my parents, who just happened to practically come back from death, to help you deal with the problem. And Remus too." Yeah... it's sooo easy,' Harry ended, glaring at his father.

'OK, OK, you're right,' James said in defeat. 'But what else can we do? They're not fools. They won't let strangers in their house.'

'That's right,' Lily stated. 'I wouldn't either. But we need to gain their trust!'

'We nead to go in the house in a way that isn't overconfident, but that at the same time isnt threatening...' Remus said in a lower tone than before, thinkin to himself.

'That means we can't just use the front door,' Harry noted. 'That's for visitors, and we're not visits... we'll have to use the back door, as a muggle would say. But we can't just go and wake them if they're sleeping.'

'There must be someone awake. After all, they all work, and are part of the Order. I would expect at least one of them to be up after midnight,' James pointed out, being quite logical.

'I'd expect the twins to be up until late, inventing and creationg who knows what,' Remus suggested.

'That sounds like something you would do,' Lily commented sharply.

'Well, Mum, Gred and Forge actually are pranksters, and are trying to start a jokes shop,' Harry told his mum, with a mischievious smile on his lips.

'Well, then it'll probably be them we will be talking to first. But how are we going to make them trust us?' Lily asked.

'We should enter silently, but actulally opening the door to their room. That will show that we mean no harm, but at the same time that we know perfectly were we are, and have enough tricks not to be heard entering their house and rooms. Show we are in control of the situation, not them,' James said, in a desicive tone.

'That, my friend, has been the best idea you've ever had,' Remus said, looking at his friend wide eyed.

'And which actually isn't a prank,' Lily added.

James looked quite unfaced by any of the comments, but was looking at his son, who was completely silence, looking blanckly at the wall. He searched for the teens gaze trying to know what was going in his mind, but was unable to make eye contact. Deciding that words were an easier method, he asked, 'Son, what is it?'

Harry's head shot up as his fathers words snapped him out of his mussing.

'I was just thinking, that it could be more efective if we transfigured objects to look like each of the Weasley members instead of an illution. The scanning charms used by wizards don't detect if the "pray" is alive o not, only if it is there, we could the do simple copies of magical signatures for the things to actually be detected by the magic scanners, and we could hide our magical signatures and use invisibility spells or better, invisibility cloaks.'

'Harry, when did you became this intelligent and cunning?' asked James with and incredulous expresion. Harry just glared at his father for the comment, and then looked back at his mother and Remus, waiting for their oppinion.

'That Harry, is one of the most brilliant things I've heard anyone say in many, many years' Remus said in a slightly shallow voice, eyes opened wide and a mischievious smile dancing on his lips, eyes shining in antisipation.

'Brilliant way of thinking, Son. I'm proud of you,' said Lily,smiling proudly at the elfling infront of her, eyes also shining, though in happiness and pride instead of antisipation of battle. 'Anyway, we have no better plan, and that would work perfectly well. Under one invisibility cloak we can have two of us, and we do have more than two of them in the castle. That solved out, there are some spells that could easily do the transfiguration required, as neat as a copy and paste in a computer.' At this point she resieved odd looks from her husband and her werewolf friend, but seen that her son understood, continued her analization of the situation. 'We just need them to stay long enought to make the copies out of whatever we found, and as they are all adults, they could just apparate away after that.'

'Now that you mention it, we don't even need to attack the Death Eaters. That will make Voldemort furious, as he will think that the informaion got away somehow and the Weasleys simply knew they had to leave. We could also leave some tricks behind, to irritate the Death Eaters and Voldemort even more, and that wouldn't look suspisious, because it is well known that the Weaslay twins are pranksters,' James said with a mischievious twinkle on his eyes.

'Well, there it is,' Remus started, eyes twinkling, a wide grin plasted n his face. 'Our master plan.'

'Let's just hope there are no mistakes,' Lily said, looking pointedly at James, who looked away inoscently.

'Well... let's go to the armoury then,' Harry suggested, reseiving three nods as answer.

They all stood and left the room. Using as many short cuts and pasages as posible, the went to the fourth floor, and to the Armoury Tower, there, seven stories of round rooms full of all kinds of weapons and armours lay there weight on the floor. Quickly jogging up the stairs to the sixth floor, they found themselves in the light weaponry room. On their actual mision they couldn't afford toslow themselves with too many weapons, and neither could they use to many shead weapons like daggers, swords and knives, because they were too noisy. So, each of them took whatever light weapon suited them the most. In Harry's case there were four 5" long throwing knives, two hidden up each one of his sleeves, six shurikens strapped to his foreamrs, a dagger at his waste, and two more hand knives hidden in his boots. Simillar weaponry were chosen by the rest of the group, Lily being the exeption, and also taking a Katana tied to her back.

They had all taken their time in choosing the best weapons, taking twenty minutes in a whole. After that, the went out of the tower, and to their rooms. There, they prepared for the fun.

Remus, James and Harry walked straight into their rooms, each of them going to their wardrobe, and went to a not so secret compartment, somwhere under their trunks. From inside them, each took an amazing amount of prank afects, all for a different purpose. In a whole, it took them nearly half an hour to deside which they would take, shrink them, and put them in a back pack so the could take them with no problem.

Meanwhile, Lily waited patiently in the sitting area of her room. When all three men got out of their closets, and went into James and Lily's room, they all sat on one of the couchs and started comparing their suplies. They relaxed while doing this, knowing that being tense while fighting wouldn't help them. In the end, they had used twenty to twenty-five minutes in deciding what they would take, shrink it, and distribute it in four back packs. By that time, they had little more than an hour to get to the apparition point, and then, half an hour to transport themselves to the Burrow.

They calmly walked through the halls, out the front doors, down the stairs and into the forest. They were quite, but not in a tense silence, on the contrary, it was in a relaxed atmosphere they had setted themselves. In no time, they were in the nearest clearng to the edge of the forest, and silently stood there, weathering their beings to the forest. Some minutes later, James whistled his call to Morchant. When the sound faded away, Harry whistled, leaving exactly one second between each call. In the end came Lily, waiting the same amount of time. It took the unicorns les than two minutes to go to their masters, and not a minute for the "humans" to mount them, Harry taking Remus with him.

At a break neck speed, they arrived to the beach in only fourty minutes, and dismountd in a moment. After soothing their four-legged friends after the incredible rase, they waited for the hour. When it came, exactly three a.m., the tree of them apparated themselves to a certain piece of land a few miles away. When they were all there, Harry took Remus' arm, and Lily took James'.In a second, and turned into shadows, they were off.

It might take me a bit longer the next chapter than this one, because I plan on it to have a fight, and it'll be my first time writing one. please cope with me, TT

Lina