Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters attached.
A/N: Chapter 6 (Sibling And Explaining Some Things) has been altered slightly upon the suggestion of Knighton, I hope to have improved it a bit and made the characters more human (very little emotion was shown before).
Chapter 20: Business.
"Okay, settle down. As you all know, this is a Hogsmeade weekend, unfortunately, this also means that there is a possibility of being attacked. Now, all I can really suggest is that you be careful and be vigilant, if you s-" Harry was cut off by Rose coming in through the door with a loud bang.
"Sorry I'm late, but I've just being talking to my informant, and it appears that an attack will occur tomorrow, some time after twelve thirty."
"Elaborate on 'appears' please."
"Turns out Malfoy's been telling all of his buddies to be back at the castle by twelve thirty, or at least be out of the village by then. The way I see it, either he's holding a gathering of some sort, or there going to be an attack and his 'mummy dearest' told him to stay away from the village so he didn't get hurt."
"Alright, Rose have your informant stick to Malfoy like glue, Blaise, who are the three most powerful spell casters in the room?"
"Erm, you, Rose, and I'd say either Longbottom or Bones."
"Okay, Hannah, have we got four vials of a powerful energy elixir?"
"Yep."
"Good, at twelve fifteen, we'll all meet outside The Three Broomsticks, I'll need to borrow Rose, Neville and Susan's power to help set up a ward or two, the elixir is to help us recover our energy in time for what could possibly be an attack."
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Harry sighed, he hated shopping, and now he was stuck listening to an ex soldier drone on about the boots and belts he wanted to buy, honestly, the guy was worse than Professor Binns.
Half an hour later, a relieved looking Harry stepped out of the shop, before groaning as he realised he'd have to go back in three days to pick up the equipment.
Soon he found himself stood in an empty alley, from which he disapparated, reappearing in Diagon alley, his destination; Weasley Wizarding Wheezes.
When Harry found the shop in the nearly deserted street, he just stopped and stared. The front windows were covered in glaringly bright objects and posters, the walls were bright orange; much like the colour Ron's room was. The name of the shop appeared to be made of muggle neon lights in a shocking hot pink that clashed with the walls horribly.
After staring at it dumbstruck for a few minutes, he entered the shop, and immediately wished he had followed Ron's advice and worn sunglasses.
Tearing his eyes away from the gaudy walls and products, Harry turned his attention to the identical redhead twins, wearing identical purple suits that were rushing over with mischievous look on their faces.
Deciding that he didn't want some kind of prank being placed on him, he drew his wand and told the twins not to bother because "…I'm here with a business proposition for you."
"Harry mate," Harry couldn't tell if it was Fred or George, so he decided to refer to them as twins one and two.
"We wouldn't…" Twin two.
"Dare prank the…" Twin one.
"Son of a marauder…" Twin two.
"Who also happens…" Twin one.
"To be our silent partner." Twin two finished.
"Er…silent…partner?" Harry asked a little confused.
"Well, when you gave…"
"Us our-" Harry abruptly cut off the speaking twin.
"Can you explain without doing that whole disjointed speech thing…or speaking in stereo?"
"We can try." One twin spoke with a confused look on his face; after all, everyone loved the way they finished off each other's sentences.
"Then please explain."
"Okay, when you gave us the money to start our business, we decided to make you an equal partner in the business. But since you have little interest in pranks, we made it so that you don't have to do anything to earn your way." Twin one explained.
"Oh, well I don't want the money so you can funnel it back into research…or give it to St Mungo's. Anyway, back to the reason I am here, I've been looking at all of the different kinds of protective clothing that can be bought. I thought that, at the very least, there would be something similar to muggle body armour, but their isn't."
"So I decided that since we will be out numbered in a fight against the death eaters, inferi and dementors, we would need something like armour to level the playing field a bit."
"Okay, what do you want it to do?" Twin two asked.
"I'd like metal plating that can block the killing curse, failing that, as many high level curses as possible. I'd also like it to be shielded against blasting curses, or anything that will damage the armour plating, if you can't do that then it doesn't matter. It needs a visor of some sort with the eye pieces charmed like those glasses you gave me for my birthday…except not to those extremes. I just want to be able to see through invisibility cloaks and illusions."
"That reminds me, if possible, can you put a stealth option on it that's activated with the touch of a button…possibly on the wrist, you know, silencing spell on the mask/visor over the mouth, and on the boots as well as the joints…oh and an invisibility spell around the whole thing."
"It also needs a power source that doesn't involve the wearers magical core. Other than that, you can put what you think it needs on it…and I'm paying you for them in full."
"Okay Harry…"
"We'll get…"
"Right on it." The twins finished together.
Harry's business complete, he quickly left for Hogsmeade.
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Hogsmeade: 12:25"Has Malfoy and his cronies gone?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I only know one proximity ward, and it's vague at best, so keep your eyes open! Right, Rose, Neville, Susan, come here, do you know how to lend someone your power?"
Rose shrugged while the other two just looked confused.
"Alright, point your wands at me while saying 'Transfero Potentia' and concentrating on pushing your power to me."
All three of them pointed their wands at Harry, saying the words almost in unison. Beams of white light spiralled round their wands, before launching from the ends in a pulsing lance of energy that looked like it was made of searing white flames.
Harry almost collapsed from the sheer influx of energy, almost succumbing to the temptation of stealing the energy and keeping it for himself, though he managed to fight it.
Knowing he couldn't possibly contain this much energy, he channelled it all into the ward he intended to cast, murmuring the words as he pointed his wand into the air.
After what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, the energy influx stopped and the ward stopped growing.
Panting, Harry waved Ron forwards, before pointing his wand at him and murmuring the last words in order to tie the wards to him.
"Merlin Harry," Ron said after being floored by the influx of information. "I see what you mean about vague, it only really tells me about groups of more than 5 people."
"Alright." Harry said after downing a powerful energy elixir. "Stay alert, there are powerful anti-apparition and anti-portkey wards that the Aurors put up, and the floo network has been shut off temporarily, so the only way death eaters are getting in is by walking, that's what the proximity is for, now we just play a waiting game, if nothing's happened by one, we'll call it a day and you can do what you want."
About five minutes later, at exactly twelve forty-one (and four seconds to be precise), Ron suddenly sat up straighter, his eyes un-focusing.
"Movement, large group…about forty to fifty people, about half a mile to the east."
"Okay, get ready, foll-" Harry was saying only to get cut off by Ron cursing.
"Damn the proximity ward has gone crazy, the death eaters are trying to disable it." Ron managed gasp out before he passed out from the mental backlash.
Harry instantly leapt into action. "Hermione, make sure he's alright. Padma, find an Auror, and raise the alarm, then get as many residents and students up to the school as possible."
"Everyone else, gather in your fire teams, disillusion each other and stick together, Teams three and four, stick to the main street, one and two, with me, stay close to the walls and don't start cursing until either I tell you to or you have no other choice."
"We are out numbered, so we have to use every advantage we have. Go!"
The DA immediately followed his orders without question.
Well except for one.
"Harry, what do we do about Ron?" Hermione hissed.
"Err, of course. Dobby." He called out.
"Master Harry Potter sir called Dobby?"
"Yes, take Ron up to the castle infirmary then get Dumbledore, tell him Hogsmeade is under attack from death eaters."
Dobby just bowed and left with Ron, moments later Harry was disillusioned and leading the DA down an alley that at least some of the death eaters were bound to come down.
A few moments after the DA fire-teams one and two had found positions to take cover in, all forty seven-death eaters entered the alley.
Harry was cursing himself for not bringing another fire-team with him as the death eaters approached their position, he knew this was going to be a short firefight, while he had the element of surprise; the death eaters had numbers and experience.
Harry raised his wand to launch the first curse of the battle, while wishing that the disillusionment would remain active after the first spell had been fired by the person under it.
"Reducto." Harry muttered while issuing the order to attack telepathically.
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Johan Vladsky was a pureblood graduate of Durmstrang, and faithful follower of Voldemort.
Being a death eater, he never thought he would be in a situation that could kill him.
Now, as he was been led down a quiet, deserted street in Hogsmeade by Frank Zabini and his whore of a wife Louise Greengrass-Zabini.
Johan was in the process of fondly remembering the previous night with said Mrs Zabini, in fact he was so enthralled by his rather erotic memories that he didn't notice the beam of red light heading his way.
He did, however, notice his rib cage exploding, fragments ripping through his heart and lungs.
It took him two minutes for his brain to shut down, his last thought was one of surprise.
Johan was not only the first death eater to die at the hands of the DA, but also the first to die at the hands of Harry Potter.
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Harry looked round, the death eaters had lost eight of their number to the first volley, and six to the second, and only now were they starting to fight back.
The DA began to slowly fall back, going from one piece of cover to another, one person covering another as they fell back in pairs, Harry being the exception as he calmly walked backwards down the alley, slowing only to duck a curse occasionally.
If a muggle was to see the scene, they would have thought that they had walked straight into a sci-fi war film, as flashes of light lanced between the two sides, explosions rocked the buildings as bursts of energy ploughed into the walls.
Glancing back and seeing the entrance to the main street nearing, Harry gave the order to retreat, causing the DA to break and run the last few meters.
Harry was quick to order them to split, group one to the right, two to the left as they burst from the alley way.
The death eaters, filled with blood lust and the need for revenge, were close on their heels.
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Neville knew that his idea of warfare was thrown out of the window by the muggles over a hundred years ago, however, in the magical world, these tactics were revolutionary, especially considering that there are rarely enough people involved in the battles for them to be utilised to their full effect.
That's why he had his two teams, three (of which he was the team leader) and four, lined up on facing each other, about twenty feet on either side of the entrance to the alley.
As Harry and his teams ran out of the alley, they split up; Harry and team one went away from him, while team two headed in his direction.
As the death eaters burst from the alley, Harry ordered his teams to drop to the ground, while Neville, aided by a sonorus charm, ordered his two teams to open fire.
Moments later eight curses slammed into the death eaters, followed by another nine launched from the prone forms of Harry's teams.
The death eaters were so caught up in their blood lust, they hadn't been quick enough to raise any shields.
Four were put down during the retreat, six by Neville's teams and seven by Harry's, leaving twenty six death eaters.
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Frank Zabini was pissed off, this was supposed to be a straight forward raid, get in kill a few people, get out.
Nothing was said about an ambush, let alone the fact that when they broke that ambush, it turned into a trap.
Looking round, he saw Aurors moving in on their position, if he didn't leave in the next few minutes, they were done for.
Frank was about to order the retreat when he spotted the reason he wasn't sat lavishing in his lords praise at this moment in time.
Potter.
If he didn't exist, his daughter would have taken her rightful place in the dark lords bed, but no, she had to go and run off to that little shit.
Walking forward, he levelled his wand and attacked, picking his spell carefully since he wanted to cut the brats head off.
"Severus inflammare!"
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Harry was surveying the battle, the Aurors were on their way to help, over half of the death eaters had been killed or subdued and only three in the DA had been taken out of the battle, and they would recover.
While he was surveying the battle, he never let his guard down, so when he heard the dreaded Cruciatus curse being sent his way by Mrs Zabini, he dodged to the side.
What he didn't see, or hear was the cutting flames.
But he did feel them as the tore his left arm in half just below the elbow.
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A/N: I apologise if the fighting isn't up to standard, I do plan on going back and improving it eventually.
Severus inflammare: Severus: to sever/cut, inflammare: inflame/in flames, so lit; to cut in flames