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-Harry's Half Brother.

Chapter Six: The Bout at the Burrow

June 17th, 1997, 1:00 AM

There was another set of pops as Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Luna, all appeared in the empty living room of the Burrow.

"You need to get some sleep, mate," Ron suggested as he headed up the stairs himself.

"I think you're right for once, Ron," he yelled after him. Ron stuck up his middle finger at him as he walked into his room with Luna still in tow.

"Isn't it a little soon for those too to be sharing the same bed?" Harry asked thoughtfully.

"It's Luna, she's been in love with that boy for five years."

"That's nothing…" Harry smirked. "Try waiting six…" he said as he kissed her and swept her off her feet. He kicked open the door to Hermione and Ginny's room as he settled himself on her bed. Hermione nuzzled into him as he draped a light cover over both of them. "Good night, 'Mione," he said as he kissed her a final time. "Night, Harry," she cooed as she gently closed her eyes, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

June 17th, 1997, 4:00 AM

A colossal explosion, the breaking of the magical wards around the house, woke the occupants of the Burrow in the wee hours of the morning. Harry jumped from bed and looked out the window to see seven death eaters and a group of… tauren? Harry didn't even know those existed. He suited up and grabbed his sword waiting for the battle. He felt Hermione, Ron, and Luna, join him. Harry quickly reached inside his vault bag and drew out another saber as he tossed it to Luna. Luna seemed to recognize what it was as she drew the blade.

Luna's sword had a hook at the end that looked quite nasty, as a mirror image appeared at her other side. They were quite small, but still looked incredibly dangerous. A bag of shuriken appeared at her waist.

"Luna, are you ready for this?" Harry asked, not wanting to drag her into this if she didn't want to.

Ron answered for them all when he said, "We'd follow you to the gates of hell, mate."

Harry clapped him on the shoulder and kissed Hermione a final time before beginning the struggle. He motioned towards the door and they followed him out, creeping down the stairs and out onto the patio which was still plunged in darkness.

Harry felt a break in the sword as they fell into two identical pieces. He examined them to make sure they still were in working order before stepping forward with two long swords brazened in his hands. "Ron, you take out the group of four tauren to the left," he said motioning. "Luna, go for the smallest group of death eaters on the outer edge. Hermione go for the other death eaters on the other side, I'll take on the main group in the center."

"No, Harry," Hermione pleaded.

"Hermione, if we want to make it out of this alive, do as I say. Don't let the groups collapse on me, they will all force to the middle when they see me, so just be careful."

-Ron-

Ron nodded his head as he went after the first group of beasts, with his two handed sword out in front of him. Ron slowly sheathed it and drew one of his gladiator-like swords on his belt. The magic essence inside the weapons seemed to teach its owner how to use the weapon effectively, even if they hadn't used a weapon like it before. Ron threw the sword as it impaled one of the tauren between the eyes. He unsheathed the mammoth sword again and charged in swinging at the other three beasts still standing.

These were no normal beasts you learned about in defense against the dark arts. These fiends stood at around seven feet and resembled an angry bull. They are magically impervious and quite possibly the most vicious beasts in the wizarding world, although quite rare.

Ron caught another at the throat incapacitating it as it fell towards him. He quickly moved out of the way, but as he ran another tauren kicked him in the side forcing him to drop the sword. The tauren pounced. Luckily, Ron was by the sword that he had previously lodged in his foe's forhead, he drew it out and shoved it up as the blade intersected at the bottom of the beast's mouth shoving up through his head.

He rolled again to prevent from being crushed as he had one weapon left for one last enemy. The beastie lunged at him, exposing his neck. Ron jumped and rammed the blade down through his spinal column, killing the attackers to his home. He grabbed his blades and rushed off to help with the onslaught that appeared on the other side of the Burrow.

-Luna-

Luna crept up behind her group of attackers, making sure not to be seen. She got behind one and placed the crook of the blade at his neck, pulling back to sever his jugular among other things.

This alerted the other death eaters to her presence as she quickly pounced into action. She rolled in front of them swinging at their legs as they fired curse upon curse at her. Years in the DA had taught her to be quick as she rolled to her feet. She positioned the hook behind one's leg and pulled, once again severing the appendage. Four more charged at her. Luna reached into her bag and hovered a group of forty stars before firing them into the direction of her assailants. The group fell like flies as Luna moved on. She was on the verge of tears when she saw the Burrow on fire and the rest of the Weasley gang showing up to help in the defense.

-Hermione-

Hermione had the luck of being totally covered in darkness. She crept up behind the first victim and placed her hand over his mouth as she shoved the now smaller blade into his back. She gently let him down to the ground and moved on to her next target. The whip was back as she threw around another death eater's neck and yanked, snapping his neck to the side, breaking it. She saw two more fleeing to get more help. She found the blade at her side and rocketed it towards them, slicing their backs and returning to her hand. She rushed off to find Harry as the battle raged on.

-Harry-

Harry's offensive was based in the patio where the wedding party had just been held, three tauren and three death eaters. Harry charged throwing the two long swords into the ground as he grabbed the hilts and somersaulted over the chieftain drawing his daggers and jamming them into his back and letting gravity pull him down as the mammoth fell forward.

Harry jumped off and grabbed his twin killing forces and engaged his other foes. Two clubs came swinging at his head, but Harry ducked as they connected with the death eaters behind him breaking the bones in their chest and back. They swung again and Harry parried them into the ground. He ran up one of the maces and slashed at the neck, causing it to fall backwards with blood splurging out as it fell into the Burrow making it tremble.

The chieftain had since rose to its feet with the daggers still in its back. Harry saw out of the corner of his eye that there were more tauren coming from the forest behind the Burrow. Hermione, get out of here now! He yelled through the link.

We're not leaving you Harry! She yelled back. Harry was starting to get pummeled by the tauren and could barely see when one connected with his head. He was bleeding; he could tell that much, and he had lost his sight. He had to fight by sound or he was a goner. He ran towards the nearest sound, he noted as the chieftain, as he slid under his legs and grabbed his daggers.

He jumped clawing his way up the tauren's back until he was able to jam them into his neck. He drew them out as he fell but was hit over the leg, snapping it in two. Hermione get out now! I'm not going to make it… get somewhere safe. He let out an ear-shattering scream the magic strain on his body.

There was such a strain on Harry's body that the magical core within him caused a blinding light, apparating everyone in the Weasley's defense to Grimmauld Place. A red light followed taking down the other assailants but leveling the Burrow as well. He disapparated in a loud pop a bloody pulp, no idea where he was going.

June 17th, Noon, Grimmauld Place

Eight small pops and eight bloody inhabitants appeared in the foyer of #12 Grimmauld Place. Hermione looked furiously for Harry, when she didn't see him she started to cry uncontrollably. Harry… she cried in her mind.

The Weasley twins bowed their heads in respect for Harry as Mrs. Weasley rushed over to Hermione engulfing her in a hug. "He'll be alright, Hermione," she tried to console, but she heard the scream before they disappeared. Things looked grim.

Luna was crying into Ron's shoulder. Ron was staring off into nothing, not entirely believing what Harry had done for them. He had given his life for them so they could survive.

It seemed that the entire room was crying.

"Everyone up to bed," Mrs. Weasley sobbed, "We'll handle this in the morning." Not only had Mrs. Weasley lost a daughter, she had also lost a son.

Uhhh… Harry groaned into the link, but Hermione was too distraught to hear it.

June 17th, 1997, Godric's Hollow, Noon

Harry awoke, squinting, to a woman with red hair and striking green eyes. Harry knew he had seen her somewhere, but couldn't quite place his finger on it. When he figured who it was, he fainted from shock.

"James get over here!" the woman yelled.

(A/N) Hey guys, sorry to leave you with the cliffhanger there, but I had to. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and please don't hesitate to REVIEW! I solemnly swear I am up to no good!
-Harry's Half Brother