CHAPTER EIGHTEEN--LAST ATTACK

Osiris wearily pulled himself from a comfortable bed, not ready to spend energy to verbally speak. Everyone awake yet?

"Too early. Want to sleep."

Thor snickered as he leaned over the mumbling elf, "Aw, is someone dreaming a nice little dream?"

"That's rude, Thor." Raja pulled away from waking her sister and whispered loudly, "Draco! You can't come in here!" At those words, Thor glared at the red-headed female, who simply stuck her tongue out in a childish moment.

Lucas shot up in his bed, frantically looking around as his friends howled with laughter. "That wasn't very funny!"

Isis chose that moment to saunter inside, brows raised in question, "What isn't very funny?"

Raja lent a hand to her twin, pulling the other to her feet, "Osiris was shouting in our heads to wake up. Lucas wouldn't budge, said something about wanting to sleep. Thor asked what he was dreaming and I might have said something about Draco."

Isis covered her mouth in hopes of stifling her laughter when an icy glare was tossed her way. "Come on," still snickering she tried to calm down to speak, "He, uh, Albus, uh, the headmaster wants us."

"It's not even daylight out!" The elf was shocked at being awake this early.

"We're going." Thor and Osiris dragged their whining friend out the door.

Albus waited for their arrival, announced by the frantic shouting, "I said STOP! NO MORE! PLEASE!"

Several professor looked at each other in confusion when the twins floated through the door, laughing. Just behind her they could hear the loud singing, a language they did not know. Golden eyes, wet with tears of laughter, looked at the confusion, "The guys are trying to wake up Lucas, who refuses to rise this early. Litherian Elves never were morning people. The song's in elfish and the guys are screwing up on purpose."

Isis grinned as she opened the door with a flourish, "May I present our bass section, Mages Osiris and Thor. Then our lovely song mistress, Mage Lucas."

Said Mage lashed out with a deadly icy glare on the demon, "I hate you, Isis. I really hate you."

"Nice to see that some people are having fun on this oh so joyous day but we do need to prepare for a battle, CHILDREN!"

Six pair of eyes flew towards a very unhappy Severus Snape. Said Potion Master was clutching his left forearm in pain, trying desperately to keep his face emotion free. Isis swiftly jumped to his side, shoving the hand away and the sleeve aside. Gripping his left arm tightly, she laid the small diamond against the mark, mind connecting with her queen. Softly, the words flowed from her lips, "Ishnay Mulura. Ishnay Mulura." The sounds continued as the diamond glowed, drawing the pain into its core.

Eyes watched as Severus began to relax slowly. Black shimmering tendrils wrapped around the marked arm, a few slithering over the Dark Mark. Once Severus was completely boneless, one tendril forced its way beneath the skin to ease the strong link from man to Dark Lord. Severus screamed, trying to jerk away from the painful touch.

Osiris turned from the scene to his old headmaster, "Albus, are your followers for the Light here? My team and I must be ready. We cannot help without knowing who's with us or against us."

"You're talking strategy! Severus is in pain from one of your own," Minerva huffed, enraged at the calm tone and looks of the Mages.

"Isis is trying to help him. She's giving him a chance to survive. She-Demon may not wait to destroy his followers. But I must know this answer, they will be here shortly."

"We have the Aurors, Hogwarts' professors, several older students, many of the Light creatures at our side, a few giants, and one giant spider in the Forbidden Forest. It's all who we could recruit before Voldemort got to them."

"So the vampires, werewolves, and Dementors are on his side. I assume the others have gone into hiding." Albus nodded. "We've begun our own recruiting. The twins will use their gifts to aid us. Thor and Lucas will be providing help against the vampires and werewolves, though I must stress that Remus will stay far from them. Lucas will be using silver and I won't have an angered demon on my hands because her mate was injured by us."

"And Lucas will watch where he's drawing the silver." The tired voice drew everyone's attention to a panting Severus and Isis. "Won't you, Lucas?"

Said elf turned almost white at the deadly calm tone, "Uh, yeah. I happen to love being alive and far away from torture devices, thank you."

"What now, War Mage Osiris?"

"I suggest, Albus, you call all your allies to Hogwarts. Do whatever it takes to distract the enemy. Isis and I cannot control the diamond, ourselves, Voldemort, AND Dark forces." Osiris turned to his team, "Let's go. We need to keep the sides and back of the castle safe and clear. I refuse to turn this into another Ambriac collision."

Thor and Lucas shuddered, though Lucas whimpered at the name. "You just HAD to say that didn't you?"

The bickering three walked away, as the female side of the team groaned. "Osiris knows Lucas fears those bloody half-lings. Who ever thought to take something as peaceful as a hobbit and breed them with torturous demonic beasts to become almost unstoppable ravenous head hunters are beyond clinically insane."

Not one of the six saw the suddenly pale and shaken professors in their wake.

Nor did Isis and Osiris see the deadly battle behind them later that day. They were too intent on their target. Voldemort had just entered the fray of battle, surrounded by six Dementors. Moving with his deadly guards, the Dark Lord had begun to believe the war was his.

Raja! We need a quick diversion. We've got six Dementors around our target!

One lovely giant patronous coming up. And may I remind you that I am simply borrowing the man's charm.

Whose? Before Raja could answer her leader, she directed a huge Hungarian Dragon patronous to the six guarding Dementors. Let me guess, Severus? She mentally laughed at the sarcasm. She felt the sighing comment of 'leave it to Severus to invoke a creature as bad tempered as him.'

Ready, Isis?

I will be, if I can get the thing behind him first. Can you?

Don't finish. Osiris dove forward, tossing a slim handled dagger towards Voldemort as the dragon tore through the hissing dementors, who left their posts.

Voldemort screamed in frustration and anger when his dementors fled their positions. In his vulnerable state, something slammed painfully into his left side, "What in Salazar's name?" One hand pulled a serpent carved dagger free, one side of him appreciated the design while the other wondered.

"Guess it is true. Tom Riddle does bleed like any other half-blood."

That got his attention, Osiris. Be ready! A very angered Dark Lord turned his wand on the War Mage. Red eyes flared in pure fury at the sight of a smug Osiris, "YOU!"

"Yes, me. But you always wished it was never me. Or at least you wished to always kill me once and be done with it, right Riddle?"

"Who are to mock me? I am Lord Voldemort!"

Mocking the man, "Who are you to ask me? I am War Mage Osiris, Death's Messenger. And I have a message for you from the fair She-Demon. You broke the contract and for that your soul is hers!"

Voldemort raised his wand higher, a curse ready to spill forward to end the life of the Mage. But something grabbed him from behind, "What!"

"Welcome to hell, Lord Voldemort." Emerald eyes watched as the black tendrils of demonic magic flowed forward for its target. The man caught inside them struggled, screaming as more magic tendrils swarmed inside his body, searching for its prize. "Before you go, Riddle, I have a secret." Osiris stepped closer, allowing the tendrils to grab him in response, "I am Harry Potter."

Red eyes widened in horror as he stared at the male claiming to be Harry Potter. Just before his soul was taken, Voldemort felt the connection he always had with the Potter boy just as the famous scar reappeared on the man's face. It was then Voldemort realized that he had lost to his enemy once again.

The demonic magic lashed out in power as the stone sucked the soul inside. Isis and Osiris flew back several feet. Osiris felt his body slam painfully onto the ground, in the middle of the battle fray. A sudden mental scream caused him to look for Isis. "ISIS!"

Along with his screaming, the Death Eaters fell as one, clutching their forearms in pain. The pained screams echoed through the early morning. With them unable to fight back, the Light had no problems defeating the remaining enemy.

"ISIS! THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" Remus jerked at the calling of his mate's name. Tawny eyes looked for the caller as well as his other mate, Sirius.

Osiris raced for the last spot they had stood, Search for Isis! We had a back lash of power and her mental link was shut down! But he knew that they would not find Isis. No matter how hard they searched, something said she had gone home.