The Lord of Stone Tower.
A/N: Somebody rightly pointed out in a review that people are generally dead when they have a knife in their throat. Instant death would only occur if it hit the spinal chord and people have been saved before as long as they got help fast enough if it caught the main artery. If it hit anywhere else, even though that is a low probability you'd still be capable of normal thought and I take it that Apparition doesn't need a wand because J.K. Rowling never mentions wands when someone Apparates.
Chapter 10; The Island of Muggles.
Harry didn't know whether his target was dead or not, and frankly he didn't really care. However with the meeting of one friend he felt inclined to check up on his other friend. Hermione, according to the Headmaster, hadn't completely agreed with Weasley's assessment of Harry.
Hermione was now working with Minerva and together they were the joint Headmistresses of Hogwarts. And as per Albus' instructions they were preparing Hogwarts to be able to stand on its own. Including opening it out to be for younger years. They were finding teachers for the basics as well as Muggle teaching. They were also refurbishing the old suites for living in. If the rest of England fell then at least Hogwarts would remain. And, unknown to Hermione and Minerva, Stone Tower would remain with them.
It was almost a week later that the Sirens started blaring around The Tower. Somewhere was under a massive attack. Instantly Harry made for the Control Centre and his troops began to collect their gear and started falling in on the main square in front of the Dark Ring ready for transport.
It was a small island off the west coast of Scotland with a population of about two thousand. It was quickly decided that they would evacuate the people. Albus and Neville had just Apparated to the island to have a look at the numbers of attackers.
Two minutes later the troops were half formed. Four hundred Dark Elf Warriors would be ready in another couple of minutes. Harry made his way down to the Dark Ring and met Albus and Neville on the Apparition platform. Harry barely covered up his shock. Both were covered in soot.
"There's about two thousand death eaters among other thing, but were couldn't discern them." Neville told him. "They're not inside the town yet and the people are running for the centre because they're surrounded on all sides. We couldn't work out why the Death Eaters weren't moving into the town but they are touching it."
"Do you know a place I can get my troops in?" Harry asked. Neville nodded.
"There is a court yard in front of the Town Hall and Library, it looks like most of the locals are heading there."
"You two get to the Infirmary and get looked over, I don't know whether that smoke is magical or not."
He only got two nods and a cough from Albus before they headed off.
He turned around to face his troops. And snapped himself to attention in response he heard his ten Platoon Commanders roaring out for their troops to snap to.
Harry closed his eyes briefly whilst he listened to the General issuing orders. The Dark Ring could be activated by anyone if the destination was another Ring. Like when he eventually set up a Ring at Hogwarts and like the one to the Forgotten Realm. But if he wanted it to go to anywhere else, someone with proper knowledge had to activate it and that was him.
Two minutes later he heard his troops snap to the right so that they faced the Ring. And with an almost dismissive wave of his hand the Dark Ring filled in a swirl with green light. The first two Platoons, a total of eighty Elves, drew their weapons and broke into a trot and ran through the Ring. Twenty seconds later four came back and signalled to the General.
"Gana, Lexus, Talon, Omia!" He yelled, "Move Out!" Four more Platoons broke ranks and headed through. The last four would wait for later orders. Harry headed for the Ring himself, weaving his hand around just as he headed through to create a dull green glimmer of his own protection sphere.
Island on the Scottish West Coast
Harry stepped out and instantly had reports from his Platoon Leaders. His Platoons were all named after senior leaders of the past. 'Gana' and 'Lexus' as well as the first two Platoons, 'Saria' and 'Danus' were holding the perimeter around the main centre of the town whilst 'Talon' and 'Omia' helped organise the locals for evacuation. The un-ringed vortex of green stood as tall as a two story building, lighting the underside of the clouds of billowing smoke that blocked out the sunlight.
"There is one thousand locals remaining, Stone Lord." The 'Omia' Platoon leader shouted over the shouts of the locals.
Harry winced, the fires were controlled by magic and were sweeping through the town. More had been lost or had died than he had hoped. "Start moving them through the Ring!" He ordered the Captain. He got a sharp nod in return and then the Elf wheeled around and headed away.
Ten minutes later they still had half then people left and he had reports from the perimeter saying that they were intercepting scouting parties from the enemy. Dark Marks were starting to be shot up around the edge of the town, slowly getting closer.
He ordered them to move faster but he knew they were at their limit. And it wasn't long before he had to start pulling in his perimeter circle as it came under siege. He ordered 'Talon' to reinforce the perimeter but couldn't stop the evacuations to allow more troops through.
Half an hour later spells were starting to break through the perimeter and with only a hundred or so to evacuate he ordered 'Talon,' 'Omia' and 'Saria' to follow the last locals through and he himself started weaved spells around the town to delay the enemy.
Explosions rocked the deserted town as the last of his troops withdrew. He himself waited for last and smirked as a massive push from the enemy broke through his hastily thrown up shield around the square and almost five hundred Death Eaters flooded into the area. He turned as the first spells were flung at him and the three that reached him clashed into his shield which easily held.
The vortex collapsed in on itself as he disappeared through it.
In true style of the Dark Elves old tactics, five minutes after his departure the town exploded taking most of the island with it and alone with it's new conquerors who were caught in its infernos.
A/N: I'm sorry that this is such a short chapter. Thanks to all my reviewers though, I hope I explained the knife wound thing to anybody who wondered.