Shitza: Don't fool yourself on this title. There's a main reason for me to this "little" war. Sorry for not updating for a while, but you know how much school can be. Sigh...

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Chapter 11 Ending Battle, Finding the Ones

They waited, for what seemed like ages. None of them new what to expect from the upcoming battle. They wondered what new forces that drew near.

And then, by the forest, they saw them. Indeed Neville had been correct when he had told them what awaited. Hermione eyed the Trolls in suspicion, Draco sneered at the groups of Death Eaters, and Cassandra almost fainted when she saw all of those Vampires and Ron sighed when he spotted the rest. Yet Harry could only look at Voldemort, who stood in the middle of everything, and his life.

"Well..." Cassandra began transforming to her Animagi form.

"Here goes nothing" Hermione said sinking down to all four, a small black tail was to be seen escaping the darkness.

"Good luck everyone" Draco said as he ran down towards the lake, he had a plan once again.

"Let's go kick those things out of here!" Ron said as the doors opened and the school staff marched out, ready to defend their school, and their honour.

Harry didn't say anything, but in his heart he knew... 'You are mine, Tom'

(Hermione's second obstacle: Tackling Trolls)

Hermione sneaked up from behind a bunch of heavy armoured trolls. Still, as a cat, the trolls didn't notice her, or so she believed them to. She knew trolls acted more of instinct, what she didn't know, these trolls hadn't had any breakfast at all.

She approached them carefully, her senses were very alike cats. She could sense their movements, their awful smell and also their hunger. She could make out, they were hungry. She wondered what they would think of cats.

She looked carefully at the trolls, she stopped some metres away, and so if they would have interest of her, she would at least be able to escape before turning out to be a roast cat. She suspected the trolls to attack, but they didn't move. She wondered why. They were hungry, so why didn't they attack?

The answer came quite suddenly as she found herself trapped in a large stinking sack. She growled as the trolls hung the sack in a tree. 'I am doomed', she thought.

She hesitated before transforming back to her usual self. Plan A hadn't worked for her, it was time to proceed with plan B. She snatched her wand from her pocket, used it to free herself with some effective fire charms. The trolls backed at first, but when they saw that it wasn't only a little meatball they had caught, it was a whole ham, the roared, making trees rustle, and attacked. Hermione, who still hadn't got up to her feet, let out a small scream before sending the first approaching troll away with a Knocking Wave from her wand. The troll landed, confused, several yards away. She jumped up on her feet, tired from playing around she raised her wand. She hated of doing this, but sometimes you had to do things you don't want to. So, she killed for what seemed to be a dozen of them, with a Death Strike Curse. Most of them staggered before falling. Herself, she almost fell down in exhaustion. The curse was one of the hardest ones, since to use it, it needed a lot of concentration. That concentration broke as she got more and more tired.

The trolls took this as an advantage and began attacking by trying to hit her over and over again. She received one heavy knock on her arm, which broke. Almost in tears she staggered up and with the last of her strength she called up one last Death Strike. It hit, and the remaining troll fell. She too fell, into darkness. She didn't notice when a silver cloud took her to the Hospital wing, to get healed and rested.

(Cassandra's second obstacle: Vanquishing Vampires)

Cassandra learnt many things about Vampires as she flew around. One; It was a lie vampires transformed into bats, but still they could fly. Two; they were also very fast fliers. 3; It was no lie they loved the taste of blood. In fact, they had almost ripped her wing of.

Luckily she was clever, compared to those things and she wasn't stupid enough to get stuck in branches as she had seen one of them do, as the vampire had spotted a squirrel in a tree. She guessed they didn't have so much of a brain, she had more then them.

Yet however smart she may be, she knew if she didn't stop them soon enough she would probably be exhausted enough to let them catch her. Time was running out, she could feel that in her wings. But also, her mind worked slower then usual, so the really bright idea, she wished would turn up, would still not want to come for a while.

She kept on dodging and scratching the vampires with her long talons. Stolen blood came from the wounds. The vampires became more and more tired of the game and they began to grow more and more desperate.

She led them towards the forest, towards some mountains beyond. It was a long way to fly, but since she noticed they had stopped going after her and started to move towards the rest of the heirs, she desperately led them towards somewhere unreachable. She also wanted some place they wouldn't reach her so well, so she would be able to attack them with magic, instead of muscles.

Almost falling down from the air, she finally reached the mountains. There, closely followed by the vampires, she dived down. Flying had much to do with her Quidditch skills, and from her experience on the pitch she knew what to do.

She transformed back in mid air and landed on a small cliff, were she would have a good aim for her spells. She had read several things about vampires, but when she had found out most of this was just fairytales, she wasn't that sure of what to do. She didn't know if the old garlic, or stake through the heart, or sun thing worked. She would only have to guess.

She took her wand, out from her pocket and raised it. The vampires had slowly surrounded her. She prayed it all would work, she just needed some distance from the vampires and so she summoned the strong winds. Wind, was her element, which she most likely didn't use. Neither of the heirs really liked elemental magic, and rarely used it. The only reason they ever did was because it was a strong branch of wandless magic.

The vampires backed away, or so she thought, but she still felt a sting coming from her left foot. They were still hungry, but they all sensed that danger was coming up. Danger, was only the first word she would put for the thing she had planned.

-Flashback-

It was during her brothers first year at Rosengard, and it had finally reached its Christmas Holiday. She had been so happy to see her dear brother again, she had been waiting by the gate all day, until she could see the faint outline of his carriage. Screaming of joy she had met him.

That Christmas she had received her first wand. She hadn't known any spells by that time, and by rules she wouldn't be allowed until she was ten, or older. Yet the Ridgeback's, since tradition, often gave their youngsters their first wands in a very young age.

Her brother had taught her a very simple spell, to form light. It was the first spell she ever learnt. Two simple words... "Solis Lumen", the light of the sun.

-End Flashback-

"Solis Lumen!" she ordered, pointing her wand straight at one of the vampires. A bright daylight shot from the tip of her wand, blinding the vampires, almost herself. The vampires screamed, because unlike the usual Lumos charm, the twin, the Solis Lumen charm didn't only reflect the day, it also reflected the sun. On that way it was rarely used, since it also created the heat.

The vampires, who hadn't been hit by the light scattered. The ones who had lay in crumbled piles of ashes. Sighing, but glad it was over, she retook her Animagi form and hurried to the castle to find Neville, and to get an examination of herself, so that the vampires hadn't done anything on her.

(Neville's first and second obstacle: Healing the Heirs, and Pestering Peeves)

Well, in the castle, were everything could have been nice and quiet, thinking of what happened outside, things were starting to go downhill for the Heir of Hufflepuff. The worst of all was the great bunch of students, who on different ways had managed to sneak out from the Great Hall, and were now coming up to him to receive news. Also their was all the hectic battle rush that came to him as since Hogwarts didn't have the potions he wanted, which didn't surprise him at all, they were after all invented by his ancestor Helga Hufflepuff. He had a hard time to brew around twenty different potions on the same time. Also, the heirs came and went, suffering from various accidents.

This time Hermione had received a nasty blow to the head, and Cassandra was going frantic since she believed she might have received a bite from a vampire. How many times he did tell her everything would just be find, she wouldn't listen, which made things even harder.

He had brought Hermione in with magic, the girl still hadn't noticed were she was, she was still out cold from the blow. He was amazed by how thick her skull had to be, and that she still was alive. If he had been her he would surely be dead by now. He was really happy she still was alive, but she would have a rough hour ahead as he needed to use a variety of potions to heal the blow. Most of them didn't go so well to open wounds.

He took a piece of soft fabric, which he dipped in a grey slimy potion, which smelled acid. He sighed, before placing the wet substance on her head. Like he had guessed he would have needed a Silencio charm on her. The scream made his ears rattle and Cassandra on the other bad to fall out. He took a new piece of fabric, which was soaked in cold water, which he quickly switched to. She thankfully calmed down.

He proceeded to the next potion he would need to use. It didn't look that horrible, it had a chocolate brown colour, and it smelled of strawberries and pineapple. Yet it was, due to its flavourishing colour and smell, very toxic. He took a spoonful of the potion and rubbed it into the wound, careful not to make it bleed again. He waited for it to really sink in, and he quickly washed the rest of his hands.

Then, when he was sure the potion had started to take affect, he took a small pinch of tee tree oil, which he washed her hair in. the oil would kill whatever curses that might still lie in her hair. That couldn't only be magic, but also the usual bacteria or viruses. The trolls weren't known for cleaning themselves up.

He then did the last part, seeing it as she at least hadn't been hit by a cursed club, or anything likely. He walked over to a steaming cauldron, dipped a new piece of fabric in it. That potion was blood red, with green smoke around. It smelled like old rotten food, and he had to open magical windows to let the smell go out. He walked over to Hermione's bed and let her drink of the glue stuff. She shocked, but drank.

Over at the other bad Cassandra laughed as Hermione almost jumped out from her bed. The potion he had used was a result of ten different hot ingredients, which in a mouth was worse then a raging firestorm. But he had to, together the different ingredients worked to increase the normal healing cells in the body and the patient's mood. Which was recognised as Hermione spent her last three minutes before finally falling asleep of exhaustion, yelling at him. He didn't take the insults, he just smiled at himself for doing such a good job.

Next up was Cassandra, and as he had suspected she was all fine. The bite she had received came from a small grass snake. As grass snakes weren't poisonous she was in no harm.

He sighed deeply as Hermione was placed in a Sleeping Charm, which would give her beautiful dreams and lots of time to heal. Cassandra was given the same charm, which would help her to calm down. Sighing again he took seat in an armchair to get some minutes to relax. But his silent seconds were interrupted by a cackling laughter. Peeves...

The Poltergeist flew through the door, whacking everything reachable to the ground. He smashed the windows, threw cauldrons out and poured the contents on the empty beds and on top of it all, he had brought some inkbottles, which he threw at the Hufflepuff heir, and his patients. Luckily the others still were fast asleep, or else they would have a rough awakening.

"Peeves get out of here!" he said with a cold demanding voice, trying to sound as much like the Bloody Baron, the only thing around that could order the Poltergeist around. But peeves unfortunately didn't listen. He had too much fun on ripping the curtains.

Neville raised his wand, the room was a disaster, thanks to that little creep.

"Incendio! Draco Ignis!" He said demanding. Great flames erupted, going for the poltergeist. Peeves cackled and dodged it by disappearing into the room beside. He quickly returned, with a wastepaper basket, which he dropped on the heir's head. He then continued to spill ink onto the floor.

"Draco Ignis" he said once again. Yet another time, that annoying little thing escaped.

Peeves attacked with a big pile of Dungbombs, which he tried to throw at him. Fortunately....

"Vetus Rota" Neville said and the Dungbombs changed direction and flew straight towards the poltergeist. They hit, and Neville received a good laugh as the filthy thing in the air tried to shake of the smell.

Beaten, for now, Peeves returned to the great Hall, to pester the other students instead. He had enough of heirs. Whatever you tried to do, they always attacked before laughing.

Neville on the other hand had a hard cleaning up to do, which he did by a dozen of different spells and some Earth elemental magic. When he had finished, he looked at the new wing, which looked like a small forest whit all the Healing magical plants in it. Madam Pomfrey, who had been in her office by the time, congratulated him for such a beautiful work, but she was a bit curious on why he had done it. He didn't answer, he knew what would happen if he did.

As the hours went on and on, as the battle continued on the grounds, finally Hermione and Cassandra woke up. Before they left the two of the gave him a kiss on the cheek. He thought he had predicted that, but by all his blushes, you do could wonder.

(Draco's second obstacle: Dealing with Death Eaters)

Draco lay hidden behind some bushes, in his Animagi form once more again. He thought of two beginning strategies. One; go out there to teach them a real lesson. Or two; Stay were he was and attack from distance. He came up with the conclusion of neither. He had a much better idea, that would sooth him more, and it would be much more funnier to play some with the so called killers then to make it a short story. He had many things to revenge on. This night would be the perfect night for it.

He coiled his way up to the Death Eaters. They didn't notice him, of course they wouldn't he was a snake after all. He went all the way to the inner circle. The Dark Lord was nowhere in sight. Good, this would make things more interesting.

Right in the middle of everything, he let the death Eaters catch an eye on him, by quickly switching forms from Draco to snake and then Draco again. They bought it all, and desperate murmurs rang through it all. Even as a snake he smiled, as he coiled his way to the foot of a tree, where he curled up and pretended to go to sleep. He saw plenty of death eaters run pass, he didn't care. They didn't know what would soon be hitting him.

He continued some yards away, where a huge mist appeared. It would be a perfect entrance, mysterious and spooky. He coiled into the middle of the mist, where he transformed back to his usual self. On top of it all he transfigured his cloak to become all green and silvery, reflecting the faint moon.

The Death Eaters slowly panicked as one of one of them saw him. Some of them fled, yet most of them stayed and prepared to fight. He knew that, he had expected them to fight.

The Death Eaters raised their wands to prepare for an attack, but Draco remained silent, calm. He closed his eyes, not showing them what he planned.

'Come, come for us. Help us in this battle to gain victory over the darkness. Help us to win, to defeat them.'

It may not have been the best way to get pray for help from the great element of water, but it was the best he could do of it. It may sound weird, sending you thought to lifeless water, but what he did was not to order, not to send his thoughts. It was to beg the magic in him and in the water to awaken and to help him. Because in everything there was there was magic.

First nothing happened, and the Death Eaters slowly approached him, wands ready. Some of them attacked, ripping his robe and his cloak, but they had such a bad aim from their trembling hands none of them managed to hurt him by any seriousness. Which was luckily, compared to what that could happen.

He hoped everything would work. Water was supposed to be his strength, he wondered, was this all truth, or were these lies an inner voice may have told him, he didn't know.

And then...

...The water cam, flowing slowly. It had travelled all the way from the lake, in a long bow of pure sparkling crystal like liquid. The Death Eaters stared at it, before trying to run, yet they didn't come far before water took them to darkness.

Slowly, when all of it was over, and all that water had disappeared down to the earth, Malfoy fell to his knees, but he was smiling. The screams from their mouths, their fear in their eyes had been enough for revenge. For the few things he loved, for the few things he cared about. For his father, his mother and life itself.

Yet the daggering voice in his head kept on saying... 'Something is not right, this victory was too easily won.'

(Ron's second obstacle: Rolling over the Rest)

The battle was almost won, well almost all of it. Cassandra had just finished of the vampires, Hermione lay in the Wing, waiting to be cured. Draco was flowing away the remaining Death eaters, yet there were still small splinters left of the armies the Dark Lord had assembled.

The teachers stood behind him. One of the last words Dumbledore had asked them of was to fight and help. He shot grateful begs for the old headmaster.

Ron counted it to be around twenty Trolls, six Banshees, around fifty Dementors, six Vampires, eleven Zombies two dozens of Dark Fairies and thirty Death Eaters left. This would be the last efforts, they knew Voldemort didn't have more alliances for around ten miles around.

The Light army stood on one field of the battlefield, the dark army stood on the other. No horns, no drums or any kind of commands sounded. They didn't need that to throw themselves into the war.

Ron felt the blood pound in his heart and the heat rise as the battle got more and more intense. As the dark side didn't see any other way then to fight, they put their last efforts of winning, but victory was hopeless. They were too few and too untrained.

The twenty trolls fled, the remaining Banshees, who couldn't do much more then to open their mouths, stood watching like ugly women. The remainders fought with all their might, but even that didn't seem enough to cure Gryffindor's rage. As the teachers tried to do their best against the Dementors and the Death Eaters, Ron completely demolished the last Zombies and he sent the dark fairies and the vampires back to the dark world from where they came from. The teachers all watched him in awe.

The war still had its price, this time in form of defeat. Even if the Light side had had the advantage and on that way they had won, they still had to pay their price. Once again Professor McGonagall had to be sent back to Saint Mungus Hospital, as three Death eaters had hit her with a Stunning Charm, an Impediment Jinx and a Fununculus curse, which had by her age, made her to fall into a coma. They all hoped that it wasn't permanent. Professor Sinistra had been found on various places. Most of her lay by the doorstep of the castle, yet they had found her missing finger and her foot in under a dead Death Eater and her other finger in another Death Eaters pocket. Whatever it did there, no one knew.

'Finally it's over' Ron thought. The other heirs, who returned from various places looked like they thought in the same way. Until they all heard a large explosion coming from the shores of the lake. They all slowly turned their heads to see, one of the cruellest duels for a century. Lord Voldemort versus the heir of Merlin, the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter.

(Harry's second obstacle: Violence with Voldemort)

It all began with Harry spotting Voldemort among all of those dark figures and Voldemort seeing him in the road of light.

As everyone else began their own battles, Voldemort and Harry just stayed calmly, staring at each other. It would take them further five minutes before neither of them did anything.

Their hate towards each other had grown very much lately. Everyone that looked, human or creature could clearly see it burn in their eyes. It was like two different powers had erupted in their war, their war towards each other.

"You have stomped my plans for the last time, Potter." Voldemort hissed angrily, like a poisonous snake ready to kill.

Harry laughed silently at this.

"Really, Tom. Isn't that the opposite of what I was about to say? It's you who's the bad guy around."

"Haven't I told you there's no good or evil? There is only power."

"Really Tom, then tell me. Why are the two of us, two of the most powerful wizards living battling each other, if we are on the same thread?"

"There's no one more powerful then me, underrated that, Potter. Whatever you and your nosy little friends might think, I, Voldemort, heir of Salazar Slytherin, I am the most powerful wizard living!"

Harry rolled his eyes, sighing. He couldn't believe what he heard, even if he knew it was true. Yet he had to agree that Draco was more of an heir than this bloke.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, Tom, but you forget the details." He said.

"I know what you are thinking of, you're thinking lies Potter. There's only one heir and that's me. Whatever Malfoy has told you don't listen. Join me and we shall neat him. You'll have his head on a plate and all the powers those freaks possess. What do you say?"

Harry shook his head, laughing at the joke it was.

"You know as well as I am that is no lies. We heirs live, the magic floods in our veins."

"Well then... Prepare to die, Potter" Voldemort said raising his wand. "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry dodged it. He threw himself to the ground, he could feel the curse above, blowing like an evil wind. Yet this wind also brought death and he was pretty sure he wasn't meant to die yet.

"Glacialis" he said hoping that would earn him time, but to his astonishment nothing happened. Voldemort was unfrozen.

"Ha ha ha, you are even more stupid then I thought. Did you really think a simple freezing charm would affect me. It is time I'd teach you the lesson I should have taught you years ago. "Wingardium Leviosa"

Harry helplessly drifted up in the air, thirty feet, fifty feet, one hundred feet. At two hundred feet Voldemort broke the connection. Harry first panicked, as he was unable to do anything. But then...

'Harry Potter, you're such an idiot.' He thought. Seconds before he hit the ground he transformed into his Animagi form, a white Phoenix.

"Impossible!" Voldemort spat shaking in anger. Harry flew back to the ground, landed and transformed back.

"I suppose none of your Death Eaters told you this, did they?" he said laughing.

"You'll pay for that grin. Crucio!"

The spell hit Harry unprepared and he felt like a thousand knives stabbed him all over. He tried not to scream, he didn't want to show any form of weakness in front of Voldemort. But...

"Trancherious!" he gasped as Voldemort lifted the curse. The spell hit Voldemort by his right leg. Harry smiled, but his smile was wiped out when he saw that the leg was reattached.

"Repens Mortuus!" he yelled panic stricken. Even the Death Strike hit, but Voldemort stopped it with a wave of his wand, and the spell disappeared.

"You're a disgrace, thinking you are so powerful. Prepare to meet you bloody Mudblood mother soon."

Harry didn't restrain. He had given up. He had nothing more to compare with. He hadn't, and would never be able to beat Voldemort, he understood that now.

"Avada Kedavra!" the Dark Lord said. Green deadly flames erupted, flying towards Harry. The Boy-Who-Lived did nothing to prevent them.

And then...

... the curse never hit him, he looked up and saw six cloaked people in front of him.

"This is foolishness!" a woman said among them.

"You can't do things that aren't meant to be." Another woman said.

"The time is not right." A man said.

"Leave!" another one ordered.

Harry couldn't see anything, neither hear. But he felt a huge wave of magic that threw Voldemort back to the realms he came from. Behind Draco, Ron, Hermione and Cassandra arrived, looking puzzled.

"Harry, who are these people?" Cassandra asked.

"How should I know, they arrived so quickly I've never had time to ask."

The woman, who had been first to speak laughed and removed her hood. The others did to. The heirs nearly fainted. Hermione did faint, and would have hit her head on a stone if Draco hadn't caught her.

"It can't be!" Cassandra said.

"No way!" Ron agreed, once again their hands found each other, but they didn't seem to notice it. Yet the people in front did and smiled at this.

"I am really surprised you didn't notice anything before, Cassandra. I mean, you have my heritage of cleverness."

Harry gulped. He was completely speechless. Draco managed to finally awake Hermione, who looked pale as a sheet.

"You're Rowena Ravenclaw, aren't you?"

Rowena nodded, and bowed.

"Yes, Miss Granger, you are all correct. I am Rowena Ravenclaw, Founder of the Ravenclaw House. These are my great companions Helga Hufflepuff, Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Merlin Anemone and Morgan le Fay."

"But aren't you supposed to be, well..."

"Dead!" Salazar said laughing. "How could death even have been able to restrain us. We found the gate to the living years ago."

Harry looked at the Slytherin in disbelief. He was nothing like Voldemort even had been. How could Voldemort even be his heir?

Morgan le Fay, who on one way or another had managed to brake in to his mind, laughed.

"I think you have a great deal t explain towards the young Anemone here. He seems a little confused by your second grandson."

Harry stumbled. Salazar looked down, as if he was ashamed of something.

Tom is my heir, from my darker daughter's side. He has fallen into the madness I once fell into when Hogwarts was built. That curse follows everyone from that branch of the family tree. I am really happy my other daughter's family escaped that hatred.

"You mean the Malfoy family?" Harry asked.

"Correctly. My daughter married Jean Malfoy, a French lord. She was a good girl, really smart not to listen to her insane father."

"No need of getting sentimental now, Salazar." Godric said.

"I don't need you to comfort me, Gryffindor." Salazar spat.

Neville thought ironically. 'Some things never change.'

Far away, the sun began to rise. The Founders took their heirs to small hidden places to discuss things that needed to be discussed.

To that scenery, also the Order arrived, together with Petunia. But when they didn't see any battle, no life at all, they thought they had failed their mission. That until...

"Tonks! Moody! Lupin! Why are you here, the battle's already over."

From the stairs they could see a blood drenched Snape (obs. it's not his blood, it's trolls').

"It's what!" Moody said.

"Told you so, Alastor. But it was you who insisted on another wandpolish before we left." Tonks said.

Petunia on the other hand looked wildly around, hoping to catch an eye on Harry or any of his friends.

"Were's Harry?!" she said loudly.

The other members began a search. By the doorstep Snape laughed.

"Stop chicken around, the heirs are just fine. All except I don't know where they are at the moment."

But as an answer like that wasn't enough for a mother hen Muggle. The witches had a really good time to watch her scan the whole area.

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End Notes:

Shitza: Now that's done. I'll probably shorten the chapters up, writing this much in a week is really hard. Please no flames, but I need to slow down the pace.

Tári: You know, you drive her to hard people.

Shitza: (clamps a hand over Tári's can't-be-silent-mouth.) Don't listen to her, you don't. It's me who loves to write so badly.

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