Voldemort had done it; he had started the second war now, beyond any doubt. The entire hall grew silent upon McGonagall's words for many people had family that worked there. And then Harry remembered, Dumbledore was there, along with the magical governments all around the world.

Just as urgent and worried whispers began to ring out through the Great Hall; massive raven's swept through the windows and dropped black envelopes with red writing on every single students lap.

Dear student,

We believe that the school you are currently attending is a dismal blemish upon the face of the wizarding world. Not only that, but we believe that the crack pot Dumbledore is a fool that refuses to enlighten those noble enough to pursue the Dark Arts, and a disgrace for letting the muggle-born riff-raff in to a learning institution that was once home to the great Salazar Slytherin, who would surely not approve of its student population today. But I digress, if you are interested in becoming a member of the elite and powerful wizards and witches, and would like to be taught under some of the greatest minds to walk to earth then I invite you to attend the Institute of Dark Arts, a school which will accept purebloods only, and will teach you concepts and spells you could never hope to learn any where else.

Consider This a Golden Opportunity,

Voldemort

P.S. All those who choose to oppose me shall suffer a most extremely painful death when I become the rightful ruler of the world.

"Merlin Harry, this is bad, he's created his own bloody school!" Ron said on the verge of hyper ventilating,

"Hermione, do you still have the fake galleon?" Harry questioned sharply. When she nodded he continued.

"Call a meeting for right now." He stated and with that he journeyed up the Room of Requirement and began pacing until almost all the members had arrived, after which he stepped up on to a nearby table.

"Everyone, today, Voldemort-," he paused seeing several people flinch, "Voldemort, sent out recruiting letters to a new school he seems to have formed." He stated and after seeing several people gasp it was apparent that the letters had not reached everyone yet.

"This only means one thing; his ranks will become larger and more skilled with his Death Eaters playing professor. This is why I called this meeting, now more then ever we need to pull together and work hard." He once again paused to see his audiences reactions, most of them with fierce intensity nodded; the others, less sure of themselves just looked at Harry for him to continue.

"I believe that even with a stable and capable Defense teacher, we need to practice twice as hard. We are in a war everyone. We aren't on the front lines yet, but we will be. Since Voldemort's recruiting more, so should we, we need a larger group of trust worthy, hard working people, but we must stay a secret society.

"If any one wants out, say so now, because this may be the moment of no return." Harry was nervous at how people would take his speech, and to his relief, only one person left, a Mr. Zacharias Smith, who didn't wait more then 10 seconds to walk out the door.

"With that out of the way I think we should meet three times a week here, practice a different aspect of magic each time, for instance on the first meeting of the week we practice defensive magic, on the second, offensive magic and on the third dodging and agility drills." Hermione suggested, obviously getting the idea of agility drills from Luke and Harry's duel earlier that day.

With that they all agreed and cleared from the room.

"Blimey Harry, your speech was brilliant." Ron complimented with a pat on the back.

"Yes Harry, I think that was a most brilliant speech," said a voice in the corner. It belonged to none other then Albus Dumbledore.

"Professor, what happened at the ministry?" Hermione almost screeched.

"It is still under our control, but their have been many losses, don't worry, all the Weasley's are in perfect health," he assured them after seeing several nervous glances.

"Were there any…you know?" Ginny asked not wanting to say deaths.

"Yes I'm afraid so." He said sadly. "The American representative was caught with a killing curse as were the Japanese and Chinese leaders, also several aurors were killed, but none of them were in the Order. I trust there have been no problems in my absence?" he questioned, sure there were none.

"Um, not exactly sir," Harry began. "Voldemort has started his own school and has sent recruiting letters to a lot some of the students." Harry said quietly. Dumbledore was taken aback. Never had he expected to see this happen.

"I must go see Severus." And with that Dumbledore nearly ran out of the room

"Wonder what he wants with that slimy git." Ron mused

"Isn't it obvious that Voldemort would want him to teach at this new school Ron?" Hermione said indignantly. Before they knew it, it was almost nine o'clock and they were still exhausted by lack of sleep the previous night.

Once again Harry was in the small room surrounded by stone, which connected by bridge to another side which held an intriguingly simple wooden door which in the space between the wood of the door and the stone of the castle emitted a bright blue light. Harry wanted to run to it in fear of not discovering the mystery that lay beyond the door which eluded him the time before but found his legs unable to carry him at an increased speed.

Finally, after crossing the bridge, he felt his skin begin to burn upon the knob of the door, and pushed it open with little difficulty. What he saw confused him, he saw no blue light only statues of seemingly random animals carved in to stone with great detail, and words inscribed at the base of each statue, as he bent down to read what it said below a statue of a phoenix, the words became illegible, and then everything began to fade away, and all he could here were the words "Find me…" in a soft, feminine voice, and with that he drifted back in to consciousness.

"Damn it!' Harry cursed aloud. He knew just as little about the room as he had before.

Realizing he would not be getting any more, he walked to the common room and entered the special library. While walking through the vast room, he scanned the titles over the shelves, until he found a subject that he found a book grabbing at his interests 'Powerful Tools and Methods of Ancient Wizardry'. He pulled it off the self and sat a nearby table and began to read

Over a thousand years ago, magic was much different then it is today. At that point in history, almost all respectable and high class families would, instead of wands, carry daggers, or other types of blades. These were all constructed from steel as opposed to our modern day wands, therefore, were able to possess more than one or two cores, a wand can only contain at most two magical cores, do to the fact it is made of wood, too much magical source would make the wand explode, with daggers, the steel was able to draw upon many, many cores, making them much more powerful. The reason people began using wands is because almost all wizarding folk in those days were immensely powerful compared to today's average witch or wizard, and without the immense power that our ancestors once held, these blades were very difficult to learn to use, and that is why people converted to wands. Harry skipped a few pages forward.

Years ago, a person family crest was far more influential and important then a mere sign of a heritage line. The crest would signify the mighty and noble family you stood for. Also, the crest is said to have a great influence upon your magic. Story tellers of old have stated that if one has one's crest imprinted upon the flesh that ones magic ability would be able to draw upon the marking. The crest would also play an important factor upon ones magical tool, in those times the dagger. Each crest has a unique animal, unlike any other, what very few people know is that for every crest, there is a heard of animals that the crest is based upon. For example, if a family's crest is of chimera, there is a group of maybe chimeras that the crest pertains to. In those times, the man of the family would leave in search of the herd of animals on his crest, and try to capture a part of it that could be used as a core.

Very few were successful, but the few who were, their power increased 13 fold. Another, less believable part of the legend is that if a member of the family finds its crests herd, they could gain complete control of the animals, though this has never been tested or affirmed by officials. For a list of all original pureblood crests, check page 332. Harry flipped eagerly, fascinated of what his was and finally found it.

Potter-and above his name he found a tremendous lion, with flawless wings of red feathers, breathing fire. Harry had never seen such an amazing creature. As he looks closer he saw a dagger clutched in the lions paw. After a few minutes of staring, Harry continued down the page until he found what he wanted.

Weasley- And next to his adoptive families name lay an amazing dragon, the likes of which Harry had never seen. It was an amazing ice blue all over its body except for a few patches of royal blue on its belly and tail and a completely royal blue snout, it too carried something, which Harry could easily tell to be a scepter of sorts. Once again, curiosity peaked, and Harry looked up one more name.

Longbottom- Harry was impressed by what he saw; it was the most elaborate phoenix Harry had seen. Its feathers were bright gold, red and black, and off of its body Harry could see small bits of electricity. Finally, Harry spotted a white and gold staff being carried in its talons.

After looking up a few more crests, and finding that upon the Malfoy crest was a blast-ended skrewt, which was much to Harry's amusement, he decided to try and get some more sleep knowing he had a long day ahead of him, even with classes still being held off.

A/N

Well, thats chapter 12, from now on though i wont be able to update as quickly but i should be able to get off a few a week, anyway cmon and give me some reviews id apreciate it, thanks for reading