"Oh Harry," Alex hugged him. "I'm going to miss you so much." She hugged Ron, Hermione, and Draco. Seven years seem to fly out the window. Years of training had finally paid off. Not only was Harry able to play with lightning, win, and hail, but also snow, heat, earthquakes, and rain. They said their good-byes to Arishia and apparated back to England at the Leaky Cauldron.

But, when they got there, nothing was the same. It was completely empty of all people. Only dementors hovered around. Harry pulled out his wand that he still carried around and yelled, "Expecto Patronum!" his silver stag drove off the dementors.

They walked out of the Leaky Cauldron. They stood shocked at the doorway. Every shop had broken windows, doors that were half off and no one was in sight. The sky was red and smoky, as if it was on fire. The street was littered with trash. Neither of them could believe what they were seeing. Dementors stayed inside the shop; Harry's silver stag ran from dementor to dementor, chasing them off. They walked along the streets, looking at all the mess.

"It looked like the dementors finally decided to join Voldemort," said Ron.

"Voldemort has taken over," said Harry. "So far he's won, but not when we meet again. I'll kill him, I swear I will."

"Come on, let's go to the headquarters," said Draco.

They apparated to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. All seemed well. The only way the headquarters would be found out was if Dumbledore told, or worse...if he died. The headquaters seemed to be the only place Voldemort didn't take over. They quietly walked into the house, just to make sure they weren't mistaken. Harry called his lightning to his hands and walked into the kitchen. It was an absolute madhouse. No one even saw Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco walk in. they all glanced at each other before Harry cleared his throat to get the Order members attention. Everyone's eyes widened as they stared at the four.

"We're home," said Harry.

"Oh! Thank God you are all back!" Mrs. Weasley gave each of them a rib-crushing hug.

"What has happened to Diagon Alley?" asked Hermione.

Everyone's faces fell. "About a month after you four left, Voldemort attacked and won. We were wrong. He has twice as much supporters than we thought," replied Lupin. "Hogsmead is the same. The dementors join him about a year later."

"And Hogwarts?" asked Ron.

"It's fine, it's serving as a hospital too," said McGonagall.

"I knew I should have stayed!" said Harry. "This is all my fault."

"Don't go blaming yourself for out mistakes," said Tonks. "We thought we could handle a few death-eaters. We thought that he only had a few so we weren't worried."

"But, with you back and with your powers under control, we can finally win this war," said Lupin.

"After you left, everything was going our way," explained Bill. "Then, he attacked. At first, it was just a couple death-eaters, just as we thought, but more kept on coming. Soon, we were outnumbered greatly. Every one of us, there was ten of them."

"How many people did we lose?" asked Harry.

"100 out of 150," said Snape. "34 are injured at Hogwarts."

"We only have 16 people that are well enough to fight?" asked Harry. "16 against however many people Voldemort has!"

"20 with you four," corrected Snape.

"The first attack was at Diagon Alley. The second was at Hogsmead. They were heading towards Hogwarts," said Lupin.

Harry's eyes scanned the room, there was Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Lupin, Snape, McGonagall, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George, Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and three others he didn't know.

"Where's Ginny?" asked Ron. Harry scanned the room again. She wasn't here. Everyone lowered his or her head. Mr. Weasley hugged Mrs. Weasley, who started to cry. "No. She has o be here." He took a step backward.

"She was...murdered by a death-eater, Ron," sniffed Lupin.

"No," said Hermione. She turned and cried into Draco's chest. He held her tightly. Mrs. Weasley hugged Ron, who started to cry. Harry sat on a chair and put his head in his hands, crying. He never got to tell her he had feelings for her. A comforting hand touched his shoulder. Harry peeked to the side; it was Lupin.

"Why weren't we heard or told anything about any of this stuff?" Harry asked when he was able to talk again.

"All the owls were being watched," said Kingsley.

"There are other ways!" yelled Harry. The wind picked up and ruffled papers. He quickly controlled that by taking a deep breath.

"The fires were being watched and we couldn't afford having one of us go and fetch you, and Dumbledore said you had to learn you magic!" snapped Snape. "You are not superman Potter! You can't do everything!"

"Don't be so hard on him Serveus," said McGonagall.

"Where's Dumbledore?" asked Harry.

"At Hogwarts. Helping and supervising everyone there," said McGonagall.

"What about Voldemort? Have any clues on him yet?" asked Draco, still holding onto a crying Hermione.

"None," said Kingsley, "we thought we had him at one time, but no."

"I need to go see Dumbledore," Harry said as he got up. "He'll want to know we're back. Come on you three." He waved a hand at Ron, Hermione, and Draco.

They walked into Hogwarts and looked around. This was even in a bigger madhouse than the headquarters. People were running this way and that with medicines, papers, and wands.

"Excuse me," Harry said to one of the people running. "Can you tell me where Dumbledore is? We need to talk to him. It's very important."

"He's in his office," he said before running off again.

They walked to his office with some difficulty. It seemed that Healers from different places in the world were running around. People from all around helped out with the injured.

"Excuse me," Hermione stopped another Healer. "What's Dumbledore's password?"

"Gummy Worms," said the Healer in a strong Bulgarian accent before running off. The griffin stepped aside and the four stepped onto the ascending stairs. Harry didn't even bother with knocking, but walked right in.

"Dumbledore...you're a ghost?" asked Harry, mouth hanging open.

"Yes, I died of old age three years ago," said Dumbledore. "It's so good to see you four back and unharmed."

"It's good to see you too," they all chorused.

"Come on Harry, show me what you can do," said Dumbledore.

"Alright," said Harry.

He called lightning to his hands and threw a small lightning ball at the stone wall. Then he pointed a finger at the same wall and muttered, 'strike.' A hair-then strand of lighting came from his finger and stuck the wall. The lighting disappeared. Harry twirled his hands, catching a breeze. He commanded his new caught breeze to wrap itself around Ron, then it wrapped itself around Draco and Hermione tightly. They had to hug each other to keep from falling. Everyone laughed. The wind then wrapped itself around Harry. Harry raised his arms, did a slight movement with his fingers, and a light snow began to fall inside the room, then the ground began to shake slightly before stopping.

"I can make everything stronger if needed," said Harry. "The wind is useful for the California summer days." He smiled. "Oh, I almost forgot." He went to the window and called some water from the lake to the room. He turned a complete 360 degrees. The water blob that floated about six feet off the ground, turned into a miniature whirlpool. Harry sent his creation back to the lake a moment later.

"Very impressive Harry," said Dumbledore. "You have your emotions under control I presume."

Harry nodded. "Took awhile, but it was all worth it."

"Good," said Dumbledore.

"Everyone are either injured or dead aren't they?" asked Hermione.

"We arrived in Diagon Alley," said Draco. "No one was there."

Dumbledore nodded. "Sadly, yes. Everyone wasn't prepared when it happened. Thankfully, Healers from all over the world are helping us." The four nodded.

"We noticed that when we got here," said Ron.

"Voldemort has to be stopped, before he spreads to different countries," said Draco.

"I agree, but how?" asked Dumbledore. "We only have 20 members against we're guessing, at least 100."

"That is why there's an elemental mage on our side. I can easily take out half that number," said Harry. "But I need most of my power for Voldemort."

"But, that's still about 20 to 50," said Hermione.

"We have to try," said Harry. "We have no choice."

A/N: Well, I hope you just love chapter 12! I likes it!