Chapter seven – All hallows eve
Harry sat on the edge of his desk waiting for the students to arrive for his next lesson, the rain had started to pour down earlier that day and he had been forced to conduct his lessons inside. The class gently trickled in and soon filled the room. He put down his cup and walked slowly to the back of the class shutting the door he said
"Ok then. Today is raining, I can't help that. But I can train you in here, you need to be able to throw off certain curses." He knew this would be hard "the main one being the imperius curse. I shall show you an example" he said, remembering how he had had it taught to him. He took a jar out of his draw and took out one of the spiders
"Anyone care to tell me the incantation? No? Ok" he enlarged the spider, causing several girls to squirm "imperio" he said, taking control of the spiders mind and instructing it what to do "start to do cart wheels" he thought the spider complied much to the amusement of the class
"Funny, isn't it? Not when you're a year younger than you and Voldemort is putting you under it, is it? Or what if I told it to gouge out one of your eyes? Or maybe I could use it on your family and get them to beat each other to death? No so funny now, is it?" the class remained silent no one even seemed to be breathing.
"Anyone else got one? Any other unforgivable curses?"
A small brown haired boy put his hand up "yeah, Smith?"
He let out a small squeak
"What's that, kid?" Harry said, softening his tone?
"Crucio"
"Ah yes" Harry said "the pain curse; I can't perform it, no decent wizard can. It's born out of pure wanton lust to cause pain. You want to hurt them, not kill them but hurt them make them feel pain. For no reason what so ever. I have tried to do it; I had suffered loss I wanted to hurt them because I was feeling pain. And that was what stopped me because I felt pain I wanted her to feel as I did. Class dismissed"
Harry and Baldur wanted them ready for tonight; he knew that Lucus would want revenge for when his master was killed. Harry had given him more power, and more respect but he wanted to be able to walk down the street again, to be able to go to the ministry; No to be stuck in a cold little shack in the deepest forests of Scotland.
It was on Halloween Harry killed Voldemort, and revenge would surely come now, he had moved his wife and child up to the castle to make sure that they were safe. He loved them he didn't want them dead. Walking around the positions he saw his students. Now truly a formidable force he would have loved to have this army of loyal strong fit mobile and well trained wizards at his command when he fought Voldemort. Each student had been given a couple of vials of a blasting potion, a vial of red smoke, seen only by whom he wanted to see it and a whistle, no matter where their fellows were they would hear it, and be able to get straight there. Inspection complete, Harry and Baldur went to the main hall, the feast was about to start and the more formal setting had been ditched by the head this year. He was holding a ball and Harry didn't want to miss it. And neither for some reason did his colleague, striding toward the castle Harry wondered why he was so adamant of arriving so early. Just as he was going to voice his query a ball hit Baldur and wrapped around him, Harry, fearing a death eater, drew his wand but then realised it was hair, not the robes of one of his foes. Suddenly they began to spin, Baldur lifting the stranger in the air and laughing a deep confident laugh. He planted a kiss on her lips and said to Harry, through the only grin he had ever seen from him
"Harry, id like you to meet my fiancée, Clara Dumbledore" the beautiful woman smiled at Harry, her light blue eyes twinkling and before Harry could even try to make the like the woman had him held in an embrace, strong yet so gentle, through it Harry herd a muffled
"My dads told me so much about you Harry, and I hope to find out as much for my self" she then kissed him gently on the cheek and stood back from him. The awkward silence only broken by a young cry of
"DAD!"
"There's my little man!" Baldur cried before hoisting a a child up into his arms, the sitting image of him he held him in one arm and linked his other arm with his wife and said
"You're Dads made arrangements for us to stay in the castle; Harry and he agree that tonight may be Malfoy's night of retribution"
"Ok" she replied "shall we go up? I'm sure he said he was starting it at six"
The trio made their way up slowly, until they got to the doors and met the mass of people trying to get in
Harry made is way to the doors and said to a nearby prefect
"Sturtevant, what the hells happening?"
Harry looked to his right and saw Baldur on his knees, grimacing; he fell to his side panting. Harry was just about to see how he was when he looked up to him and said "it's Odo"
"What?"
Baldur jumped to his feet and shouted "EVRYONE BACK TO THE DORMS" when they just looked at him he screamed "NOW" the order members who were at residence in the castle stayed and looked to him "go now to the walls, if I know Odo he will try and kill as many as he can his nickname in the Petersburg backstreets translates to 'he who bathes in blood' go now, the students will have no chance without you"
Without a word they press their small port keys and disappeared.
Baldur ran to a suit of armour holding a large axe and threw the axe to Harry, he then went to one holding a war hammer and held this himself, knowing what to do Harry swung the giant axe and it thudded into the wood of the doors splintering and cracking it. From memory Harry remembered these doors being about three inches thick; this was going to take some time. After about 5 minutes of chopping Harry smashed his way through, he saw a glint of light and thrust his face to the door so he could see through the hole, he herd a heavily accented English being spoken
"Vell Vell Mr Potter, excuse me if I don't bow" he said, causing the doors to open.
"As you vill see, your headmaster didn't fare too vell against me, most powerful, HA!"
Harry recoiled in shock, he couldn't see whose it was but the sight had haunted him forever, slowly oozing over the worn stone floor of the great hall was blood.
As he slid down, his back against the floor a sound came to him, filling him with hope.
"Fawkes" he said quietly he stood, quickly and said, clearly as if it was meant to be "Fawkes, come to me, you are now an extension of me, as I am of you." Suddenly a burning sensation filled his wand arm, starting at the top and channelling down. He knew what to do, he spun to face the door and pointed his wand at it screaming with the pain he held his wand steady the glowing reached his wand and blasted out of the end, the golden glow illuminating the entrance hall and blinding its occupants. The glow hit the door and pulsing along it electricity, Harry felt it come from the castle its self now feeding off it he put all his willing and all his strength into this one spell, suddenly a trill birdsong came forth and Fawkes himself majestically flew down the staircase to Harry's side, reaching his head up and singing to for the power to increase. The door suddenly blew open and Harry dropped to his knees, going into the room he found it glowing with the same eerie light that Harry had produced and humming with energy. He knew it was time to fight.
Odo went for a overhead slamming shot into Harry's back, just as he brought down the sword barely an inch from contact, a brilliant golden coloured helmet materialised on Harry, the armour surrounded Harry, protected but still able to move he looked for a weapon, feeling down to the scabbard he felt a sword, the ruby in its hilt glowing with energy he drew it and made a sweeping motion, the blade having a golden trail where it had been, the trail stopped when it met Odo's torso and the Russian looked to his midsection, in complete fear he screamed
"YOU MAY HAVE KILLED ME POTTER, BUT THERE ARE THOSE STILL FAITHFULL TO THE TRUE TSARS OF MY HOMELAND"
He drew his dagger and presented it to Harry, before falling, dead, on the floor.
Harry spun around frantically looking for his headmaster, and he saw him, his wand lying beside him, taking shallow rattling breaths
"Harry, I knew you would come"
Harry removed his helm and kneeled before Dumbledore
"Sir, you need the matron, ill fetch Poppy"
The old man raised a hand "Harry, this is my time, Fawkes has chosen you as his new master, you need to listen Harry" the old man grimaced
"You are a noble man, Godric shoes you to hold the power only he could muster, and you need to use it. Defeat the Romanovs and any that try to hurt the world you have done so much for. The people outside need hope Harry, go and see to it that they get it. There is a family to rival the Romanovs; it is the potters now, Harry. Pass me my wand."
He did as his mentor said and gripped the oak wand. Dumbledore put the tip of his wand to that of Harry's and the wands seemed to melt into one, glowing clear Harry could see the two cores, the unicorn of Dumbledore's and his own phoenix feather fuse, the hair wrapping around the feather. The woods also fused the oak and mahogany spinning together, causing a double helix to spiral along the wand, after this action Dumbledore looked straight into the eyes and said to Harry "I have now joined the two dynasties that have done the most for mankind. Your family would be so proud of what you've become Harry. Goodbye."
The old man's head lolled to the side and his eyes closed, a small but characteristic smile playing across his mouth.
Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard ever known was dead. But his power lived still. Harry stood up, shocked at the sacrifice Dumbledore had made for him.