Disclaimer: Harry does not belong to me, but rather belongs to JK Rowling.

A/N: This is the sequel to Harry Potter and the War of the Wizarding World. I suggest that you read that first or else you won't have any idea what's going on in this story. Not that I'm saying you can't read this, but in all honestly, I truly believe you will be thoroughly confused...

Summary: This is a story about Harry's summer before and during his seventh year at Hogwarts. Just after Harry turns 17, Privet Drive is attacked and Harry is forced to protect the family who had never showed him love. Shortly before the start of school, a close friend of the trio disappears and Harry is thrown into turmoil. School begins and the friend returns, but only as the shell of a person. Harry has much more on his plate this year with N.E.W.T.S and the battle against Voldemort coming ever closer.

Warning: There are scenes of torture, mention of rape, and implied sex within this story. The rating may be raised because of this.

Title: Harry Potter and the Battle of the Worlds

Ch. 11

The Month of October

Life returned to normal once again for Harry and his friends. Well, as normal as it can be at Hogwarts. Harry's life consisted of classes, Head Boy duties, occulmency lessons, meetings, falling asleep alone, and waking up with a girl beside him.

Adams returned to his duties, much to the resentment of Snape, and continued with his private lessons with Harry. It had been a year since Harry had first started his private lessons with the brother of his girlfriend, but Harry had grown to respect the man much as he would an older brother. Josh remained friendly with him, giving him advice if needed, joking around, and teaching him lifes lessons every teenage boy has to go through.

Harry's Head Boy duties weren't as thrilling as one would have you believe. Harry mainly walked the halls before curfew or stopped fights, helped wehn thy needed it, but for the most part, being Head Boy was rather boring. The meetings were just the same. Harry usually ended up chatting with his friends and fellow DA members. Or, he would end up getting into a verbal fight with Malfoy. Though Malfoy had mellowed a bit since their chat last year during detention, he still made snide remarks whenever he felt necessary at Harry's expense. Sometimes a Head of House would join them in their meetings, but for the most part, it was just a waste of time.

Classes were difficult, but Harry found that he was very interested in all of it. In Transfiguration they were learning what it takes to become an animagus. In potions they were brewing a difficult healing potion for some of the worst curses. In charms they were learning the incantation to conjure things, which would allow Harry to conjure tea at his will, or, say, a chair...In Herbalogy they were learning the different types of herbs that were useful in a Wizard's everyday life. In defense, Adams was teaching them a multitude of curses, hezes, and spells to help them in the war. Some were strengthening spells, some combining spells, quick healing spells, defensive hexes and curses; each Harry took to heart. He knew that he'd most likely be using these in his battles against Voldemort.

Angel's recovery was far slower than Tally's because of the wounds and damage that had been done to her. Everyday until late in the evening, Tally would sit by her bedside for as long as Pomfrey would let her. At night, the seventh year Gryffindors would get together and do their homework or help each other study. Ron, who usually always needed help, usually resorted to either asking everyone what they had for an answer, coping Harry, or begging Hermione for help to which she did. Gradually during the night they would slowly trickle up to their beds for the night. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were almost always the last to go to bed at night. Harry would drag himself warily to his four-poster bed and fall immediately into a fitful sleep. His mind filled with strange dreams and old memories. Almost every morning that Harry awoke, he found Tally lying beside him. Nobody ever questioned it and they never spoke about. As the month slowly died away, Harry had grown to love waking up beside Tally and watching her sleep. She was at peace most of the time during her sleep. She mumbled or murmured, sighed or groaned. Her face twitched and her body shook from her dreams. They were such small movements and noises, they would have most likely gone unnoticed, but Harry knew her movements, her sleep patterns and he would wake just to see them.

And so, the month of September was with Harry and his friends learning how to cope with a life in war. Each of them already suffering from the effects. Each one learning how to trust again.

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Now it is the early days of October and Ron demanded Quidditch practice with his team. Ron had decided not to replace the extra spot for a chaser that Katie Bell had left behind. Instead, Dennis Creevey took her place so that only two reserve players remained. Dennis ended up being an excellent player and worked well with Tally and Ginny.

Ron wasn't anyone to mess with as the Captain and no one was allowed to complain. Amy had complained once when Ron had them running around the Pitch, but Ron immediately went into a rant about the necessity of being fit and ready for action. He had gone on and on for nearly an hour before Ginny told him to shut up and let them actually do realpractice. Ron worked them hard, as a team, and as individuals. Harry had to admit that Ron made a great Captain, but he was a maniac about it.

As Harry watched from above the pitch, he realized that Ron had become a great Quidditch Keeper, a tough leader, and an even better friend. Their friendship had been by chance, but their brotherhood had been by choice. It was something Harry charished and would risk anything to keep. Much as he wouldof his love and friendship with Hermione.

"Harry! Hey Harry!" Harry focused down to Ron, "I'm not going to release the snitch yet. Instead, we're going to throw the quaffle around. Come down and join us!" Harry obliged and flew down to join them in the circle, reserves and all. They each threw the quaffle in any order they chose: Harry to Ron, Ron to Dennis, Dennis to Tally, Tally to Amy, Amy to Natalie, Natalie to Ginny, Ginny to Jack, Jack to John, John to Andrew, Andrew to Euan, Euan to Chessa, Chessa to Emma, and finally, Emma back to Harry. When this routine grew old, Ron released the bludgers and the beaters streaked off to hit them around, while the rest of them broke off for a small quidditch game against one another without a snitch.

It had actually been one of their best practice games ever. Everyone had gotten into it. Chaser on Chaser, elbows flying, name calling. John and Ron hardly ever let the quaffle pass through any of the hoops and the beaters were meciless with the bludgers. During one of the more chaotic moments, where Harry was trying to find an opening to pass the quaffle, he heard a scream and then laughter. He turned his attention to behind him, wherehe saw Chessa rubbing her head with an angry scowl on her face and Tally and Ginny surrounding her, along side the beaters, laughing at whatever it was that happened.

"TIME OUT!" Ron called from his position at his goals, where Harry was near. Together they streaked off to where the crowd had formed of their team members, "What's all this? What happened?" Ron demanded of his team. The girls and the beaters were laughing to hard to answer. Chessa was too upset and just glowered at everyone. John only shrugged because he seemed to also have missed whatever it was that had happened. Finally Natalie controlled herself enough to speak.

"Oh it was brilliant. Harry, you flew off with the quaffle after Chessa passed it to you, but everyone still thought Chessa had it. It was a great move!"

"Perfect!" Ginny added through her laughter.

"Yeah, well, through the confusion, Jack tried to block one of the bludgers, only the bludger was to quick for him and...and..." Natalie broke of into hysterics before she could continue, which only fueled everyone else all the more. Harry felt himself smiling at the group of them, their laughter contagious even with his confusion. Harry glanced over at Ron and found that he, too, was smiling. Natalie regained control once more and continued, "He missed the bludger and smacked Chessa right in the head. She totallyed flipped around on her broom. I'm talking a complete 360! Oh, it was brilliant!" Harry, Ron, and John all burst into laughter. Harry could imagine little Chessa being smack so hard by Sloper that it would cause her to flip around uncontrollably.

"Yes, very funny. Glad I could be the butt of your jokes!" Chessa said angerly.

"Oh Chessa, don't be like that! It couldn't happened to any of us. Besides, I haven't laughed like that in ages. You should be proud to be able tobring some humor into these dark times!" Tally said as she finally calmed down. It was true though. Even after all this time with her being back, Tally hardly ever broke a smile. Seeing her laugh again, hearing her laugh, was something to be happy about. Harry had forgotten how much he enjoyed her laugh.

"Alright, alright. I think we've had enough here. We'll have practice again thursday evening. Let's hit the showers!" With that, the whole lot of them flew to the ground and rushed off to the locker room.

That night was their first DA meeting since the Azkaban Battle. Harry stood infront of his fellow members awaiting them to finish the last of their conversations. He wasn't sure where he wanted to go with them. He knew that they have practice hard over the past two years, but Harry wasn't sure if he was really willing to allow them to fight when the time came. Though, he knew he would have no choice in the matter.

He looked through the journal that Ron had given him for Christmas last year, trying to find a good spell to work with for the evening. He finally decided on the nose-breaker curse. Though it seems like a little curse for such an advanced group of people, in reality, the curse is aimed for the nose and if the curser is successful at hitting the opponent's nose, his or her entire bonestructure will crush. This causes obvious pain and prevents the opponent from continuing fighting. The only problem with this was that they obviously could practice on one another. As Harry thought about what they could do, a maniquinn appeared next to him. With a smile, he really loved this room, Harry cleared his throat to get everyone's attetion.

"I would like to thank you all for coming back. We've been teaching you all so much in such short amounts of time that I'm surprised you aren't sick of it yet."

"The only thing we're sick of is you and your closest mates going off and fighting and not taking the rest of us with you!" Zacharias Smith cried out. Surprisingly, many people nodded their heads or had their own outcries to match Zacharias's. "Isn't that the whole point of all this? For us to be prepared for such moments. For us to help you fight Voldemort?" Zacharias continued. Harry was speechless for a moment.

"It wasn't my intention to leave any of you out. It had happened so quickly and we were all sent to our dorms, what was I suppose to do?" Harry stampered.

"Who aren't the Boy-Who-Lived for no reason! You could have found a way. Snuck out and used these lightening bolts to contact us. We would have helped." Ernie MacMillian countered. Harry felt his anger rise at this.

"I DIDN'T CHOOSE THIS, YOU KNOW!"

"We know, we know. But the point is, we are willing to help, but you have to trust us and until you do, we'll never win this blasted war!" Terry Boot spoke up.

"They're right Harry. You hardly trust us, and we're your closest friends. You have to stop trying to protect everyone and let us help you. It's the only way." Tally spoke quietly. Harry looked at all of them. They had grown up tremendously over the last few years. The younger students looked on at the seventh years, their role models in awed stares during this entire conversation. Harry felt a twinge of guilt. They were young, only the third years of the Quidditch team were the youngest, everyone else was 14 or older, but none older than 18. Still children, but not innocent as they should have been. Each touched by the war in some way. Families destroyed, hope only a thread from breaking. All they had was each other and their own strengths to get through.

"Alright. But I doubt there will be another battle until the very last. And w have to be absolutely prepared for that one. Are you willing to risk everything for that?" Harry asked as his eyes swept the room. Almost every head nodded instantly, but a few of the younger ones hesitated. "Even your lives?" Some more hesitant nods, but most of the older students were willing to risk their lives for their cause. "Alright, let's get started then." Harry said, and everyone stood and awaited their instructions. "We will be focusing on the nose-breaker tonight." Harry said authoritatively to them "This curse, if properly aimed, will break a person's face, literally. It will hamper their abilities to continue in fighting. But it has to be well aimed. Obviously, the nose. Now, we will use this dummy to practice on. We'll do it one at a time. If we don't get through everyone tonight, the rest will have a chance at our next meeting." Harry watched everyone as he spoke. At the first meeting he had been so nervous, but now this was nothing. They were his friends, his allies, his family. His army. And he would make sure they were ready to be called such. Harry turned to face the dummy an raised his wand for a demenstration. With a quick step and jab of his wand, Harry shouted, "RHINOROTO!" The curse shot from his wand and hit the maniquinn smack on the nose. Everyone watched in interest as the maniquinn's face began to crack about until it seemed to be holding on my the smallest of pieces. "Repairo." Harry said with a wave of his wand and the maniquinn's face replaced itself and now was whole once more. "Alright, everyone line up single file and do it exactly as I did it."

The seventh years lined up first. Hermione, Tally, Blaise, Ron, and Neville were the first in line. Hermione, Tally, and surprisingly, Neville were able to do it their first time. Blaise his second, and Ron his third. The seventh years and most of the sixth years were able to quickly learn the spell, however, only half of the fifth years were able to have a go and few had accomplished it.

"That was a really good lesson, Harry. I think everyone is doing a great job." Hermione said as she and Ron helped him clean up. Everyone had long since left and the trio remained to chat about what was accomplished and what they should move on to next.

"Yeah, I suppose it was." Harry replied, taking one last look around before closing the door behind him and turning to head back to the tower. They always made a quick sweep of the castle before heading back for their Head Boy and Girl duties, Ron came along so that they could all talk together without worrying of anyone overhearing.

"What's wrong, mate?" Ron asked from beside him. HAry shrugged in response.

"Was it Zach?" Hermione asked quietly. Harry turned to look at her, but didn't respond. Hermione smiled and nodded her head. "Yeah, he got to me too."

"What? That snot nosed bugger who kept keep his-"

"RON!" Hermione scolded with a dirty look.

"What? It's true 'Moine, even if you won't admit it."

"That's not the point!" Hermione exclaimed, her face reddening slightly. Harry rolled his eyes at the two of them and continued on before a row broke out,

"I hadn't realized that by fighting without them, I was in some way upsetting them. I just asumed that they would be grateful for not having to fight." Harry shrugged, not really knowing what to say.

"Harry, they've been training for this for the last two years. They expect to fight. Maybe not all of them, but I'm certain that the other Seventh years would. They've been your friends for so long. You can't really blame them for being angry." Hermione said knowledgeably. They turned the corner and reached the fat lady.

"Listen Harry, you can't keep yourself preoccupied about them. I mean, we have Quidditch tomorrow!" Ron said enthusiastically and clapped Harry on the shoulder once they entered the common room. Harry laughed and they set off for the corner where their friends sat waiting.

A/N: Okay, sorry it took me forever to get this chapter out, but I'm back in school now, so it's been a little hectic getting everything sorted out. I have an outline done for chapter 12, and all the rest of the chapter titles and notes to what I want in each done. So, I believe that there will be 25 chapters, but that could change, though probably not. Obviously we have a ways to go, so bare with me.

I apologize for any spelling errors or grammer errors I may have in either of my stories. I'm going to go back and fix everything when I'm done with this and have the time. Okay, onto the reviews.

actionmaster: Wow, okay. This was definitely a harsh review. I'm sorry for my mistakes, but I did warn people about them. I appreciate you reading my story, even if it's difficult for you to do with all my atrocious mistakes. I'll keep those spelling errors in mind for the next chapters and read the message above for any further information you might be of needing.

SiriusRulz14: Yay for Angel! Yeah most forgot about her, lol.

Indigo Feline: Remember, Angel's more than a house-elf! LOL. And thanks,I try to make their emotions as real as I possibly can.

I-Confuse-Everyone: Thanks! And I still like your name.

Esrb99: No, no, Angel is alive and er-alive! And they may just have something to do wth the resistance, but I'll never tell...What happened to your ch. VI? Did it come out already and I missed the email or something?