A/n I dedicate this chapter to the memory of country music's greatest artist, Chris Ledoux. He was Wyoming's favorite son, and my personal idol. He may have died the morning of March 9, 2005 however, he'll always live in the heart of this Country Boy forever! God Bless Chris Ledoux, and may he have fun at that big rodeo in the sky!
The battle between good and evil was about to begin. Captain Harry Potter, and Lieutenants Ernie Lee, and Darryl Lee, all in charge of K Company, were preparing their men for the assault. Harry walked out of his tent, the track of tears still stained on his face. He walked up to his Lieutenants and said, "Are you ready for this day?"
"Yep reckon we are," replied Ernie.
"Let's do it," said Darryl, who began whistling the song Dixie to a slow temple.
"Mount up men," Harry said, to the soldiers in his company.
"Hey capt'n" asked a young corporal in a deep southern drawl "where we going anyhow?"
"I don't exactly know, just following the truck in front of us," Harry replied.
"What's goin' on?" questioned a stout private.
Harry said, "We have a fight that's about to break out. I can't tell you much more than that. Anyhow, get in the trucks and in the words of Lt. Lee, 'let's git-on-outta-here,'" he said the last in a badly mocked southern accent. After the troops stopped laughing, he said in a serious tone, "remember constant vigilance!"
Harry got in the back of the Military troop truck. The benches were made of wood, and excruciatingly uncomfortable. As the convoy pulled out, Harry reached into his bag and pulled out a brown package.
It was a Meal Ready to Eat (MRE). He considered the substances in this bag a food group all to themselves. He looked at the menu, written in Black ink, and he read Meatloaf with Gravy. Cool! That's my favorite. It could be worse, he reassured himself it could be the cheese omelette.
He quickly found out that with a good majority of these meals, to take out the stale taste, the trick was to take the accessories bag, and dump in the entire bottle of Tabasco sauce and add in the entire package of salt. Unfortunately it was rare to find pepper in these packages, so he just had to do without.
The men started talking reminiscently about their lives back home. Ernie, Darryl, and Harry sat, and told stories, of their own. Harry told of the times that he and Ron rescued Hermione from a Mountain Troll, and Draco Malfoy "The amazing Bouncing Ferret." All the troops laughed heartily at this story.
However it was Ernie and Darryl's story, which made all the troops laugh so hard that most of them were reduced to tears streaming down their faces.
Ernie began the story, " Do you r'member Darryl, that time when we had just graduated from The Salem Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"
Darryl bewildered nodded. "Which time?"
Ernie said to Darryl, "That time we was out on the farm and got bored. So we put our heads together, and decided to drive around town with beer bottle, soda cans, and corn cobs tied to the back of the truck." Darryl suddenly let out a laugh that cut through the entire truck, and made an unsuspecting private jump in fright.
"Oh shit, I forgot about that one! Continue– this is, a good un guys!" Exclaimed Darryl, with an evil grin spreading from ear to ear.
"Well anyhow, we use to have this deputy in our town, his last name was Fletcher, we use to just love to give this guy crap. Hell in our town, there wasn't much to do. So we use to intentionally get pulled over for doing stupid stuff. . ."
Darryl interrupted, "Well anyhow, we was driving through town, with all that crap tied to the back of our truck.. . ."
"...I'm tellin' the story, so just bugger off," interjected Ernie coldly, whose face was starting to match his flaming red hair. "Anyhow, where was I– Oh yes, we was driving through town with all this crap tied to the back of the truck. We was going well over the speed limit, and long behold, next thing we saw was ol' fat Deputy Fletcher, walking out of the donut shop, with a cup full of hot coffee, and a glazed donut hanging out of his mouth. Then dip-shit over here," Ernie pointed a stiff thumb over to Darryl, "started screaming like a Banchee, lettin' out his rebel yell.'"
Darryl started laughing harder, it was apparent to everyone that he was dying to add something to the story but he simply couldn't because he was laughing too hard.
Harry grinned, as he was reminded to the first time when he had met Darryl and Ernie in the Quidditch locker room in at the Wyoming Academy of Advance Witchcraft and Wizardry. He began to hear something that sounded astonishingly like the song Dueling Banjos echo throughout the air.
"... Well anyhow," Ernie continued, "as we went flying down the road, running like greased owl-shit, Deputy Fletcher, flung his coffee over his shoulder, and the donut that was hangin out of his mouth, just fell to the dirt..." Ernie laughed, "TEE..HEEthe look of utter bewilderment that spread across his face was worth a thousand words, and he jumped into his patrol car and went flying down the road to catch us..."
Darryl was doubled over with laughter, and tear were starting to steadily flow down his face, as he started to slap his knee.
Ernie looked over at his brother, and asked, "are you ok?"
Darryl couldn't talk because he was chocking on his laugher, but he gestured the best he could for Ernie to continue his story.
Ernie shook his head in disbelief at his brother laughing so hard, but continued, " . . . Well anyhow he finally caught up to us and pulled us over. He looked around the truck and saw all the crap we had tied to the Back Bumper, and asked, 'So just what do you boys think your doing?' and Darryl answered him, 'we're fishing for pigs and we caught one.'"
Darryl was trying to catch his breath, and through a fit of giggles, said, "we gotOh god, we got three tickets for that stunt. one for speeding, one for littering and one for, 'being little assholes!'"
Everyone in the back of the truck let out a roar of laughter. Darryl who was laughing so hard, rolled out of his seat onto the floor and started pounding a closed fist on the metal surface.
Harry, who had just taken a fresh bite from his Meatloaf and Gravy, choked as he laughed out loud, and sent the half-chewed food flying across the truck. He wasn't sure what made him laugh harder, the reaction of Darryl or the story. Either way, he hadn't laughed that hard in a long time.
"Wahoo-Doggie!" Exclaimed Darryl, doing a precise imitation of John Schneider from the Dukes of Hazard.
Shortly after awhile, Harry's thoughts drifted back to Hermione. He finished his meal, and closed his eyes and saw her beautiful face flash before his eyes. He sighed discontentedly as he wanted to be with her more than ever.
The truck quieted down, and he faded off to sleep finally, and dreamed of that night so long agothe night that changed everything for them.
In his dream, he was in the shrieking shake standing outside a door. From the other side of the door he could hear Ron laughing, and a high-pitched scream that came from a female. It was a scream that could only be caused by someone being put under the Cruciatus curse. Harry could see at the look of utter terror on Hermione's face, and said, "it's now or never!"
He entered the room with his wand drawn out, to see Ginny lying in a bloody heap on the floor. Her face was cut up and she was bleeding profusely. He felt himself start to run towards her. He wanted to help her, get her out of there, but that's when it happened, and A high pitched shrill voice screamed, "Avada Kedavra."
A flash of green light exploded from the tip the wand. The sound of speeding death was sent flying towards Ginny, and she received the full blast of the curse. She was left unblemished by the curse, but she was dead before she could crumple back onto the floor.
Almost immediately Voldemort pointed his wand at Ron and yelled the same deadly curse. He saw Hermione run towards Ron, and she tried to sacrifice herself for the man that she so deeply loved, but she was simply too late.
He could hear Hermione start to sob uncontrollably, as she held his dead body in her arms. She was violently shaking as she screamed, "He's dead!" With an uncontrollable whimpering sob stuttered, "I-I d-don't . . . Believe it, he's dead!"
Harry's opened his eyes and thought, if I found Fleur Delacour our worthless 6th year Defense Against the Dark Art's teacher, she's going to pay. Rest assure Ron and Ginnyshe is going to pay.
He stayed awake, as a flood of memories flowed through his memory, and the convoy continued it long, and deadly trip into the unknown.
Several hours later, the convoy came to a stop, and Captain Potter and his men got out and stretched their legs. Harry walked up to the lead truck and asked, "What's going on?"
"This is the planned stop Captain" replied the driver. Harry nodded and started back to his troops
"Well, this is the planned stop. Over those hills' boys, is the enemy. Just remember, this is for your land, your homes, your sweethearts and your wives. This is for the free world, and for America. For all who are willing, please join me in a little prayer." All his troops, removed there helmets, and bowed there heads.
"Our Father, who art in heaven." Harry began, "We are grateful for this day, and we humbly ask that you be with us as we prepare to take the field of battle. Please guide us and protect us from whatever evil awaits us on this day. We ask for you're forgiveness of all our sins, and pray that at least in your eyes, our cause is just-worthy enough for victory. We pray this in your name, amen." He looked up at his men, most of them had an unforgettable amount of fear etched deep in their eyes. He nodded, "Let's move out," as a final thought crossed his mind, as he put his helmet back on, Merlin, only in your hands, will I commend my spirit.
"Ah yes!" said Darryl, breaking the thick tension spreading through the air, "and don't forget, what my ol' grand Pappy use to say Captain, he was a very great soldier at one time, but he use to say that 'the practice of warfare was a lot like making love to a woman– it's an activity full of delights, but none of them predictable, and the best of them capable of inflicting grievous injury on a man.'" The troops let out a howl of laughter.
Why does that not surprise me? Harry thought laughing. "Ok men, lock and load. Do not, and I repeat, do not do anything until the signal to attack has been given."
"What's the signal Captain?" Asked a young private whose voice was starting to quiver with fear.
"You'll know it, when it happens." Harry reassured the private. "Let's move out, quietly."
Harry and his men stealthily ran up to the top of the hill. Followed by four brigades of Muggle and Wizard infantry. Down below they could see the formation of the enemy lines. He used a system of sign language, and told his men to spread out, and the night fell into a pit black silence.
It wasn't until shortly after Midnight when the order to attack was recieved. The peaceful silence, was shattered like a rock going through a pane of glass. There was a thick rumble as squadron of British and American jets that flew over head. Followed by a barge of artillery fire, which lit-up the Earth brightly with the flashes shells being lobbed into the air. The ground quaked, and shook violently from the force of every explosion, and the final battle began.
"Ok now," Harry whispered to Darryl, "lets move-out, quickly!"
Darryl gave a gentle nod to his subordinates, and without a word being spoken, Harry and his men, went running down the hill staying as low to the ground as they could. They stopped at 300 yards away from the enemy, and quickly opened fire. Taken by surprise, the enemy returned fire on the advancing troops.
Without thinking, Harry cast an invisible, one-way shielding charm surrounding him and his men, causing the bullets to bounce off and return back into the heart of the enemy. Finally upon reaching the bottom of the hill, Harry gave another order to fire.
A volley of bullets, ripped through the enemy lines. Artillery support was pounding the Death Eaters position, and it started to look as if the enemy would fall back.
Suddenly, an eerie distant noise rippled throughout the land. It sounded like someone slowly playing a Snare Drum.
Rat-a-tap-tap-tap...tap-tap-tap...Rat-a-tap-tap-tap . . . tap-tap-tap...
Harry looked around to find out what was making this strange noise.
Rat-a-tap-tap-tap . . .tap-tap-tap... Rat-a-tap-tap-tap...
Harry didn't know what to make of it. He looked to Ernie and Darryl who looked just as bewildered as he did.
Rat-a-tap-tap... tap-tap-tap
It suddenly became apparent as to what the noise was signaling.
As a loud Boom… Crunch… Boom . . Crunch. echoed, throughout the land. Harry knew right away that whatever was making this loud noise, was something dangeroussomething gigantic, and evil.
Harry looked up, and saw advancing towards him, twenty full-size Giants. They stood over 27 feet tall followed by two hundred Mountain Trolls come rumbling down the hills towards his company.
"HOLY SHIT Captain!"Yelled a man, in panic, "what do we do?"
Harry, was not quite sure as to what he should do, but he decided to try this as a test. He aimed his wand at the largest Giant, and yelled, "Avada Kedavra."
A jet of green light, exploded out of the end of his wand and shoot towards the Giant. It struck with deadly force straight in the chest and it crumbled to the ground, and flatted everything in its path.
Darryl and Ernie, both looked as shocked as Harry did when the killing curse worked.
"Pass that information onto Fred and George, use the killing curse, at all costs necessary. It's the only way we can stop them." Harry declared.
The order was passed down through the ranks, and the trolls, after seeing the giants fall to the ground, started to scatter and abondon the Death Eaters Army.
After another barge of bullets from both sides, Harry's shield charm was starting to wear off, and men on both sides were starting to die.
The enemy started its deadly advance, towards the army. The battle had been raging on for only two hours. Harry was firing his weapon with deadly accuracy.
Without realization as to how much ammo he had gone through, he heard a sound that made his heart sink. Click. He had run out of ammunition. He frantically searched his bag for another clip but couldn't find one. He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand, and started to cast exploding charms, and with fatal results.
Suddenly, out of nowhere a thought crossed his mind, didn't the General tell us that Voldemort is here right now, overlooking the final stages of this weapon? I can end this war right now! I am destined to end this war. I'll either be murderer, or victim.
"Hey Darryl," Harry yelled.
Darryl crawled over to Harry, "What did you need, Captain?"
"You're in charge, I have to do something important."
"What are you running off to Potter? Are you going get a beer or something? If so, grab me one too." Darryl said completely bewildered, at the thought of his captain abandoning him, at this most crucial moment.
Harry replied, "I want you to transmit back to the General, that I have left the company to fulfill the prophecy. He'll know exactly what I'm talking about!"
Darryl stated, sounding completely apprehensive, at the aspect that Harry choice this exact moment to leave his men. "Ok, I'll do just that. Good luck Potter." He gently patted him on the shoulder.
Harry looked up at the brightest twinkling star and whispered loudly enough so only he could hear, "I love you Hermione! I'll be with you soon." As he disapparated to an uncertain fate, he heard a familiar voice in his head say, "I love you too, Harry please return home to me safely."
Seven-thousand miles away, at that exact moment, his wife Hermione, returned home from class, she was standing outside on the porch star gazing, and for reasons unknown, she found herself looking towards the brightest star, and she whispered back, "I love you too Harry, please return home to me safely."
She looked down at her round belly and she felt something go thump inside her stomach. As one of the twins kicked. With both of her hands, she gently started rubbing her round belly. All three of us need you around more than anything. She thought. She returned back to gazing into the same bright star. "We'll be together again, I know it."
"Hermione," Mrs. Weasley called from inside the house, "I have dinner ready."
"Alright, I'll be their in a few minutes," she called back. She looked back into the star and said, "come home to me safely Harry, I don't know what we'll do without." She then turned an about-face and walked back into the trailer, grabbed her plate, sat in front of the TV, and watched the news.
"This just in, a large string of fighting has just broke out near the city of Qandahar, Afghanistan, our sources tell us the siege began shortly after midnight…"
Hermione dropped her fork back onto her plate, with small clatter and let out a small sob. She couldn't bear the thought of what was happening. However, a strange, and dawning comprehension overcame her. Astonishingly it all suddenly made perfect sense.
She couldn't explain what had just happened, never in a million years, but for the briefest of moments, she had felt closer to Harry then she had ever felt since the day had left. It was like he was right there beside her, holding her tightly.
Molly sat next to Hermione, and watched the news with her, and said, "I sure hope all of those boys are ok. Especially my son's, and Harry."
With a strange twinkle in her eyes, Hermione said heavily, "They are, I can feel it."
"How do you know?" Asked, Molly bewildered.
"It's this feeling I get sometimes, whenever Harry's having a bad day, or hurt himself, or in a good mood, I can always tell how he's doing. It's this special connection that we have. I know he's going to be alright… it's the only way I can see it, up there," she said, pointing to her head, "and in here," placing her other hand over her heart.
"You really do love him, don't you," said Molly, with a bright smile.
Hermione smiled brightly, "More than anything in this world. He'll be fine, I have that much faith in him."
Molly nodded, with tears streaking down her face said soothingly, "You guys are so good for each other. I just hope everything works out for you two."
Hermione nodded her agreement, "They will." She said, then turned the TV off, and finished her supper. Afterwards she went to her bedroom and found a letter carefully placed on her pillow. She recognized the writing almost immediately and tore it open and with tears glistening, she read the letter that Harry had just wrote to her:
September 21, 2000
Dear Hermione,
How are you, doing, love? I miss being around you so much. I would love nothing more than to be home with you right now, especially since you're so close to having our child. I'm hoping after we get Voldemort, we will all get to go home, and you and I will finally get to be together again and this time I promise we shall never be part again. I'm slowly learning that the biggest mistake you could ever make in this environment is to get too close to anyone person, simply because one minute he's all right, then the next, he's not. I'll tell you, this place is getting scarier by the day.
However, there are times when it is rather peaceful. Just the other day for instance we were out on patrol, looking for Voldemort's Death Eaters. Just outside the city of Meymaneh, this younger troop, with a hand that was full of cuts, thorns and blisters, pointed out a plant with a very beautiful red flower sprouting on its end. It took me by surprise when, he said to me, "You know, that's the first plant today that I've seen that doesn't have thorns on it. What do you think the name of that flower is?"
I told him that I didn't know. However, when I got too thinking about it the plant itself is a representative of Afghanistan; it is a country full of thorns. Yet once in a great while, something remarkable happens, even if it's something as small as a plant with a red flower.
I'm afraid that eventually this area will be sprayed down with Muggle chemicals, and the flower will dry up and die among the thorns. However, that flower will always remain alive in the heart of a tired, hot troop. Please write back straight away, sweetie, because receiving a letter from you is the determining factor as to whether or not it's been a good or bad day. I love you, 'Mione.
Your loving husband,
Harry
She softly kissed the letter and set it on her night-stand and wrote another letter to Harry. Before she faded off for a restless night of sleep she heard Harry's voice say, "This is for you Hermione, and our unborn children, I love you." She sighed discontinently, rolled over on to her side one last time, and finally faded off to sleep.
The enemy was quickly advancing, and had started to gain ground. Men on both sides were dying, and just when it looked as if the enemy was about to take the ground, Darryl had a song burst into his head, and he started singing loudly for the men to hear:
"Justice will be served, and the battle will rage. This big dog will fight when you rattle it's cage, You'll be sorry that you messed with the US of A. Cause we'll put a boot in your Ass It's the American Way!"
It seemed to have it's desired effect, because the men with a new and sudden inspiration, fought as hard as they could. It would have made their forefathers proud, because they became united, and fought like Americans.
"Pour it on boy's, let's give those YELLOW BELLY BASTARD'S HELL!" yelled Ernie. He as he continued to fight, at words to another song crossed his mind and he thought, and I won't forget the men who died who gave that right to me, and I'll gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today, because there ain't, no doubt I love this land. He shouted, "God Bless the USA!"
Darryl came to a quick decision as he noticed he and most of his men were starting to run out of bullets, after putting a bayonet on the end of his rifle, and commanded his men, "Fix Bayonets!"
Ernie, was completely befuddled, "What do you think your doing? This ain't the Civil War!"
"I have a plan." Said Darryl, starting to swell with pride.
"Oh great, since when did you become General Custard!" Exclaimed Darryl.
Glaring at his brother, Darryl replied, "we're going to charge, at this rate, were going to run out of Ammo, and that won't do us any good. We're going to charge and push them back. I'll, ordered for artillery back up, to concentrate on their center, and then we're going to charge in, and we will take that position right over there, where the enemy is the thickest, we have enough men, and we're weakening their position. It's time to light this place up brighter than the Fourth of July!"
"Did you get permission to do that? You know, like from the General?"Cried Ernie.
Darryl exclaimed, "Listen we ain't got time, to have orders passed down, we need to take that position, and we need to do it now!"
"I hope you know what you're doing," Ernie said, with doubt filling his voice.
"Ready men?" Darryl said, "CHA-A-RGE!" With that, the company made a deadly charge. All the troops, both British and American, joined in this final and desperate charge.
"Give em' hell boys!" Yelled Darryl, as he, and his troops charged gallantly down the hill. He withdrew his wand, pointed it to where the enemy's strongest position was the thickest, and cast an exploding jinx, and with a force of one hundred sticks of dynamite, the earth rattled, and the remaining enemy retreated. "Their breaking boys! Keep a move on!"
"CHARGE!" Darryl screamed furiously. He felt the spirits of his ancestors arise deep within him, and he started to let out a blood curdling scream. His men caught onto what he was doing, and yelped, hooted and hollers along with him. The spooky sound echoed throughout the land, and was loud enough to drown out the deafening explosions, that erupted from both sides.
Just when it looked like the enemy was about to be over taken, a sudden bone chilling, thick draft of ice cold air overcame the battlefield. A great advancement of three hundred dark hooded figures, started to glide across the ground.
A loud and bone chilling roooar, echoed, and filled the nights air with shear terror. Five dragons flew across the sky, spilling red-hot flames down upon the advancing troops. Men from both armies, scattered, trying to avoid getting scorched, by the red-hot flames, however, many of them caught flame and were instantly reduced to ashes.
Ernie upon seeing the Dementors chanted, "expecto patronum!"A transparent figure charged out of his wand. It was the figure of a man in a Grey Confederate officer's uniform. He wore a grey top hat, and had a neatly trimmed white beard, and he rode a pure white horse.
"Robert E. Lee? Traveler?" Darryl and Ernie questioned, together. The figure nodded as it sailed across the sky charging down the dementors.
The Wizards from the American and British sides, saw this glorious figure in it's brilliant onslaught across the sky, and chasing down the dementors.
Suddenly, the air erupted with the cries of "Expecto Patronum!" and the sky lit up brilliantly with the sight of a thousand patronous's flying across the sky chasing away the dementors.
Coming from behind the American and British lines a distant rumble that rolled across the ground, it was a sound that was so thick and deadly, yet welcome all the same. Suddenly out of nowhere, the most unusual, and unexpected army arrived; it was a large army of House Elves, riding Hippogriffs, and they were lead by Dobby.
"For the most noble and brave Harry Potter!" Dobby yelled.
This wasn't the end of the strange army either, suddenly the air was filled with a large cavalry of wizards, lead by Rubius Hagrid. This Army of Wizards, glided across the sky on a large fleet of Thestrals. The calvary charged hard, and determinedly. They stopped at nothing to break the enemy's spirit.
The most glorious sight however, was General Albus Dumbledore, who closed up the rear. He was riding what looked like an unusually large Griffin. It had the head of an eagle, and the body of a lion. Its wing span was well over 30 paces long. It's long silvery claws, where twice as long as a spear, and looked immensely sharp. Sharp enough in fact to slice an entire elephant into half.
He pointed his wand towards the enemy and yelled, "They're they are my friend! Go get them, Roc!" The white furry animal let out a loud and tumultuous roar, and on its flight, it met one of the dragons and wrapped all ten of its razor sharp claws around the neck, and left it completely decapitated.
Darryl nudged Ernie on the arm, and said, "you know, this kind of reminds me of a book I read once. Doesn't the General kind of remind you of Gandalf?"
Ernie nodded his agreement, and simply laughed.
Suddenly and without warning, a great earthquake erupted, and the ground beneath seemed to split in two. It was followed by a ear splitting, shrieking sound. However exactly what happened next, nobody could explain.
What remained of the enemy, completely dissolved into thin air. A powerful explosion soon followed, and a great mushroom cloud filled the air.
In disbelief, Ernie and Darryl looked at each other and the same thoughts cross their minds, I sure hope Harry is ok.
Harry found himself deep within the enemy base. As quietly as he could; he walked, within the interior of the base. He snuck around the base almost cat-like trying to avoid everything that might cause a threat to his existence.
Suddenly from a hanger, he saw one of the people he was most anxious to meet. A familiar looking blonde, Death Eater the very person he was most anxious to meet again.
There she is, he thought, it's our sixth year Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, he thought bitterly, I often wondered what happened to her.
Long behold standing next to her, was a figure in a black cloak, he had a pale snake-like face, with red slits for eyes. It was the man he was looking for.
Harry was unaware of anyone behind him. Suddenly he heard someone shout behind him, "stupefy" and before he could react, he dropped his wand fell to the ground unconscious.
An hour later he woke up, and he was bound to a pole. He heard a cold voice hiss, "So we meet again Potter, the last time you narrowly escaped, but this time, I assure you, you won't be so lucky."
Harry looked into those red eyes with utmost hate and said, "You're wrong Tom! Your over confidence is your greatest weakness," and he spit on the floor towards Voldemort's feet. Who was taken aback, at being addressed by the name he been known by, so many age's ago.
"Your faith in your friends is yours," replied Voldemort, with venom in his voice. He slowly walked towards Harry. "Perhaps you're wondering why I didn't kill you that night in your sixth year, when I very easily could have. It would have been all too easy to kill the great Harry Potter, and his wife Hermione Granger."
"It's because Dumbledore stopped you," Harry answered, "It's because you wanted me to think you had met your own destiny some other way."
"No, you young fool. Can't you see the genius in my plan? In the beginning of your sixth year, I had received the full wording of the prophecy. Immediately I knew what it meant, I had to be the one to kill you. So I devised a plan that would make you start to feel safe. I wasn't there that night, I had a loyal Death Eater there. You remember Lucius Malfoy don't you? I made him take a draft of Polyjuice Potion, and he became me. Oh he wanted kill you so badly, but he was under my strict orders not too. You, and the Mudblood where to remain untouched. However, I ordered the killing of your insignificant little friends to take your place." He hissed coldly, "I decided to lay low for a couple years. In the mean time I wanted to create an army of weak-minded Death Eater's, who would be easily controlled. I wanted you to think that I had vanished. I wanted you to awake to the destruction that I created on February 12th," he explained, the whole time, starting a slow walk towards Harry. "I wanted you to start to feel safe, in that insignificant, pathetic country full of spoiled, and weak people. I wanted the world to watch as the supposed 'greatest country' in the world fell to its knees. I wanted the world to feel the wrath of the greatest Wizard to ever live."
Harry, was starting to feel rage rise deep within his stomach, "but you failed Tom. The United States didn't fall to its knees, in fact it became even more united than before. You're going to lose this war."
"We shall see Harry Potter." With an evil flash in his eyes, he said to Fleur, "Take Aim for Paris."
Fleur bowed, and reluctantly gave the order to activate the weapon. "Start zie countdown," she said.
Alarms throughout the instillation started to blare loudly. Harry managed to look outside and he saw the cannon start to rise into the air.
Over a loud speaker he heard, "T minus two minutes to launch."
Voldemort looked into Harry's eyes and said, "you shall now meet your fate Harry Potter, and we shall now complete the prophecyDelacour, untie him and give him back his wand," Voldemort hissed. Fleur did exactly as she was told, and Harry was released.
This is it. He thought, I need to make the first attack and wipe him out as quickly as possible. I have to use the killing curse straightaway. He reached up and touched his shirt pocket where the letter that Hermione had sent him. This is for you Hermione, and our unborn children, I love you, and in his head, he heard Hermione's voice, "All three of us need you around more than anything. " For the first time in ages, it felt as if she was right next to him, holding him tightly, and his heart swelled. He knew he was going too win.
Fleur handed Harry his wand, and Harry's thoughts remained on Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Sirius, his parents, and all who had died in this destructive war. If I'm going to die, then I refuse to die in vein I'm going to die like my father, as a hero! If I fall, I'm going to fall standing-up. But I refuse to die as a coward.
He turned around, and he was ready for what was about to happen next.
"Cruico!" Yelled Voldemort.
Harry jumped to one side, rolled on the ground and dodged the curse of pain. Now is the time, he thought, as he sprang up into the air. It seemed to occur in slow motion. Harry raised his wand into the air threw his forward, and yelled intensely, "Avada Kedavra," A jet of green light burst from the tip of his wand, and the sound of speeding death shot towards Voldemort.
His aim was true, it struck the Dark Lord square in the chest. He let out a loud, an ear-splitting shriek emerged from Voldemort. It sounded like a thousand fingernails being dragged across a blackboard.
Harry was blinded from the pain emitting from his lighting bolt-shaped scar. It felt like it was about to burst open. For a brief moment, he thought that he was going to die from the pain. A gold light was starting to shine from Voldemort's chest. Suddenly, out of nowhere an unearthly, and beautiful sound rang through the air. The song of the Phoenix, sang thought the air. The Dark Lord fell to the ground, and just like when he had arisen back to power, he had vanished in an instant.
Fleur was sent flying back against the wall. The impact knocked her out of her senses, and the death of the Voldemort drove the life out of her body.
The ground started shaking violently. Harry was forced to take cover, as a catastrophic explosion suddenly took place, and the dreaded weapon was engulfed in a gigantic fireball and exploded with a thunderous force, that violently shook the earth, and caused the building that was in Harry to crumble brutally to the ground. To avoid getting hit by any falling debris, Harry cast a shielding charm around him.
After the explosion had it's final say, Harry cleaned the debris around him and made his to Fleur Delacour, and tried to shake her awake, but it was no good. He realized she was dead. He looked at her arm where the dark mark would have been, but it was no longer there. It had simply vanished with the Dark Lord. He sighed as strong sense of relief overcame him, he would finally be going home at last. The Great War, which had caused so much death and destruction, was finally over.
To be continued…
The Angry American is written, and preformed by Toby Keith
God Bless the USA is Written and preformed by Lee Greenwood
