Author Notes: Hi, all! I'm back again lol...lost the internet for a few days and was called back to work, so it made it a little difficult to post to this story...but I'm back and posting again
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Chapter Sixteen
Ron frowned at the statement, not really caring or sure what it meant, "So? Who cares?"
Harry glared at his best friend before turning to Draco. He had caught onto what the blonde was trying to say, "Can we make it?"
"Sure. But, uh, who's going to muzzle the Weasel? I refuse to allow that on my lands."
"Shut it, Malfoy." Hermione moved to face him, hands on slim hips before voicing her confusion, "What's this about?"
Harry laughed at the contrite looking blonde. "One problem, Draco. Neither of us have our wands." It was then both males had realized they were wizards with no means of protection.
Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger each held out their wands, confusion evident on their faces, "We do. We've been learning duelling tactics since they taught us all we could learn about our schooling lessons. But you never did answer me, Harry."
"Transfigure some items into brooms." Draco quickly took charge of the small team of young wizards, "We can see what to use at the two Manors against Voldemort and the other Death Eaters. At least something to distract them from the students in the school so that the others can attack them. Plus, Harry and I need a change of clothes."
Harry blushed a dark red when he realized he had forgotten that he was still dressed in torn clothing. "Uh, what he said, Mione."
Inside, the older adults had just finished their planning when Severus had turned to call out to Harry when he saw the boy disappear on a broom outside the window. "Where's Harry going?"
Nina tilted her head when she heard the soft hissing flowing from outside. She recognized the words and relayed them to her Master. They said that the children have gone to Snape and Malfoy Manors. But both Manors are being run by Death Eaters, though Snape Manor is empty at the moment. Something about finding items to help us. Although, both Manors were quite extravagant at one time their fortunes have been spent quite quickly.
Pythia tuned her mind to her companions in a mental thought as their Master relayed the relevant information. 'How do we fix their possessions?'
We could always give them something in return. Something that could equal their missing fortunes.
"Uh, anyone understanding that?"
Bastet smiled, "It is nothing but we must worry about the children."
Sirius wasn't ready to lose his godson since he just got Harry back, "They'll be caught if what you said was true."
"Yes, they will. And we'll be at Hogwarts shortly to save them before these people can do them any damage if we leave now."
Just outside the small hidden house, several growls of excitement could be heard as the shadows shifted and eyes gleamed. Soon, very soon they would get a taste of war and spilled blood for the first time in centuries above the grounds of Mitnal.
