Summary - A new prophesies of great power and a new alliance has been made many centuries ago. Now the five whom are the subject of this prophecy must learn of new friendships, love, sights and powers.

Pairings - I am going to keep with J.K Rowling plot of Harry and Ginny but the other 2 relationships in this story will be different to the books. There will be no slash.

Other Notes - This story will be hopefully novel length, I'm also looking for some lovely betas to make sure I don't make any painful grammatical or spelling mistakes! There will be various themes integrated in this fiction, Harry will be super powerful, but it will need work.

Blanket Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter, the characters or places. Only that which you do not recognise from the books is owned by me.

The Unknown Alliance - Chapter 5

The light shone down from the heavens onto a small group of teenagers curled up upon a cliff top relishing in each others heat and company. Draco cracked a sleepy eye open and looked around. A seagull soared overhead cawing loudly for its dinner. He moved his left hand to push himself up and met soft grass between his fingers. Realising that they were still in Ireland Draco sighed and flopped back down with a thud. Ron was snoring loudly to the left of him, Harry mumbling in his sleep to his right. He rolled his eyes at the doggish antics of the pair. He was confused really; Draco couldn't understand why these people whom he'd been so nasty to for so long were suddenly willing to bring him into the group. He didn't know how to act around them, sometimes he'd be at best civil and sometimes he'd just revert to his bastardish self. Draco sighed again and sat up; stumbling a little he stood up and rearranged his black rumpled robes. Walking a small distance away he reached a boulder. He sat on it swiftly and winced as the coldness seeped through his robes. His thoughts turned to his deceased mother as he sat, wondering what could have been, how he could have saved her even what might have happened if Voldemort had never returned to the face of the world. He spat bitterly at the ground, before hanging his head in shame. Mother I promise I will save you some how, I will do what you always wanted me to do.

Harry abruptly sat up at around 7am his senses on high alert. He stood swiftly and glanced around him. He found Draco sitting upon a little platform at the edge of the cliff. He seemed pretty absorbed in watching the birds swoop bravely through the air so Harry left him alone, Their friendship was still tentative, they didn't understand each other yet but still knew where their boundaries where and common courtesies. Therefore Harry decided to train a little until the others woke up. Strapping his daggers to his arms, weapons bandoleer around his chest and a dagger or two around his ankles, he set off quietly to a safe distance where flying weapons wouldn't accidentally impale his friends. Taking a combat position Harry closed his eyes and opening his senses. He could smell the grass under foot and the roaring sea. He could hear the whistling wind, the light snoring of Hermione and the squeak of a tiny chick upon the beach. Slicing the blade of his sword through the air Harry started a deadly dance. His body moved gracefully as he handled the weapon with expertise, weaving it through moves gently, slowly picking up speed until the blade was no longer visible except for a flash when the beaming sun reflected of the metal. Sweat beads running down his face Harry stopped and started stretching to make sure he wouldn't be sore the next day. Sliding the sword into the well oiled sheath he flicked his hand and a long bow and a quiver of arrows. The arrows had been a gift from elves that he'd met on one of his expeditions, he'd helped them slay a particularly nasty beast and they had given him those as a thank you token. The bow was made from spelled Elvin yew wood which caused it to be extremely fast and light. The arrows were made of the same tipped with dwarf made points and guided with a shimmering white feather. That of the innocent dove. With another flick of his hand Harry conjured various targets, stringing an arrow Harry practised his aim for a good hour, with each shot his muscles rippled underneath the loose fabric. Finished with non moving objects another movement of his hand made them move erratically around. Satisfied that he hadn't lost much skill Harry collected his arrows and banished the targets with a swish of an arm. He heard a soft clapping in the background. Spinning around with his long bow poised for a killing shot he paused when he saw that it was only Malfoy. Sighing he put away his long bow again,

"That was rather impressive if I must say so myself. It's a wonder where you accumulated all these skill" said Draco smoothly, an intense gaze fixing itself upon Harry. Harry shifted rather guiltily, he had told his friends of where he had gone, the people he had resided with but not much of what he had acquired in knowledge or skill. Draco's eyes held a question, one which Harry was not ready to tell. He would have the advantage if fewer people knew of what he was capable of. He held the stormy gray gaze for a few minutes.

"That is not for you to know just yet Draco" said Harry firmly. Draco nodded; he knew when he wouldn't find out anything new no matter how alluring it was to him. He could feel the power in Harry rolling off him in waves, sometimes it hit him and he'd feel a slight tingle. Sighing Draco realised that Harry was far from the goody-two shoed golden boy that he'd taunted at Hogwarts.

Soon after their encounter Draco watched as Harry roused the others from their comfortable sleep. Grimacing at the intelligible grumbles coming from the Weasley boy, he would never get used to the brash loud mouthed red-headed beacon. Ginny however in her sleepy stupor clasped onto Harry's robes and rolled over holding onto him. Snickers filled the air and Harry blushed gently and tried to rouse Ginny from her sleep. Once fully awake her cheeks turned red in horror at what she had done. Harry gave her an encouraging smile and promptly forgot the silly incident. They gathered themselves together and travelled home. As soon as their feet hit the hard wooden floor of 12 Grimmauld Place they could tell that something was wrong. Harry could hear the shrieks of Mrs Weasley sounding from the basement kitchen. Ron and Ginny simultaneously paled, they weren't the famous roars but wails of panic. Pounding feet could be heard above and the noise of the main fireplace flaring up could be heard every few seconds. Harry motioned for the rest of the group to follow him, all of them deftly avoiding the masked portrait of Sirius Black's furious mother. Angered mumbling could be heard from behind the moth-bitten curtains but Harry ignored it. They reached the kitchen to find the Weasely matriarch pale faced sitting with her head in her hands with a stern looking Mr Weasely rubbing her back comfortingly.

"Don't worry darling, we have to go but I'm sure we'll be ok. It's only the beginning!" he said quietly, nodding in acknowledgement to the new arrivals.

"But how do we know, there's so much this family are risking sometimes I don't think my heart could take it if- if…" Molly trailed off and stared into her tea before noticing the presence of the others and looking up with a small smile on her face.

"Sorry dears…" she said lamely before going back to her staring. Mr Weasley brushed imaginary dust off his robes then said,

"Kids, there has been an attack on a large muggle and wizarding establishment just outside London, as we speak Order members are being deployed. Stay here and see if you can help with anything. If you have any knowledge on healing heal those who are port keyed back to here. St Mungo's may be too busy to deal with some."

"Dad? Are you going too?" asked Ginny quietly, a moment of silence hung in the air before his face turned grave,

"Yes Ginny, yes I am. But don't worry I'm sure we will be ok" he said, not much confidence in his words.

"But-" started Ron but His father raised a hand to silence him,

"You must understand that this is a war I have been involved with since long before your birth. I swore an allegiance to his side and I cannot stand by whilst our men are fighting. This is my part in the war and I must fulfil it. I must go soon." Everyone nodded in understand at his words.

"Mr Weasley, I am coming with you by the way." said Harry whilst checking he had all his weapons. He wasn't going to pass up a chance at taking out a few of those death eaters, it was practically dangling over his head! From the sounds of it Arthur was about to decline Harry but Molly beat him to it.

"What! Harry you are only a child! Seventeen years old or not you are too young to go onto that battlefield! Do you understand me?"

Harry's emerald eyes went dark and cold. Hermione and Ron stepped back in fear, pulling Draco and Ginny with them. Harry was truly an imposing figure with his dark green robes, black shaggy hair, square jaw line and a collection of weapons which would even make Snape cry in mercy. He spoke slowly and deeply, power ringing with every syllable and fire lighting in his eyes.

"I'm afraid I must defy you Molly Weasley. You cannot understand the training I have endured or the titles I have acquired. This is no large obstacle for me, as I have faced much more perilous situations. I am not the coddled child anymore and I wish that you should realise that. I have powers you have yet to see so please keep your judgement to yourself."

Molly nodded her tongue caught in her mouth. She sat down gently as if she was afraid of triggering some explosion. Harry just nodded to Arthur and strode out of the room.

Hermione murmured the thoughts of all those in the room,

"He has changed…"

Harry grabbed a handful of shimmering dust from the old pot on the fire place and threw it into the simple red flames. They shot up roaring emerald flames reaching out for Harry, he stepped into it. Harry remembering his past experiences with no great love pressed his arms to his sides and cleared his throat.

"Meryton Town" he called out and in a swirl he was gone.

Stumbling out of a dusty grate somewhere in the town Harry quickly cast a few cleaning charms on himself and after a few minutes deliberation conjured a simple black mask to cover his face. It would be better if my true identity was hidden. I'm sure Voldemort wouldn't be happy to find that Harry Potter was now alive and well.

Harry's ears pricked to the sounds of screams a few buildings away. Following the terrified cry he sprinted through the semi broken door of the house he had arrived in. Huge plumes of smoke drifted into the summer sky, blocking out the sunshine and casting the town into a daytime darkness. Fires roared everywhere and the Dark Mark twinkled engagingly above their heads. Dust fell, choking and suffocating those who were lucky enough to be still alive, blooded stained the concrete and Harry spotted some mutilated bodies nearby. He could hear cackles of glee mixing with the shrieks and whimpers of pain and suffering. Harry growled, his teeth bared. He smoothly transformed into an impressive black panther. His emerald eyes still shining in the artificial night and his scar upon his front left paw. His black coats shone brightly. Harry sniffed lightly and picked out the smell of live blood nearby. Flexing his muscles in his powerful legs Harry bolted towards the smell, seeing a pair of death-eaters surrounding a small girl and a woman Harry growled in anger. Those men were taunting them, building their fear until they tortured the defenceless women until they were released in death. He lunged at one of the masked men and ripped out his Achilles tendon with his sharp fangs. A blood curdling scream erupted from the death-eaters mouth before he dropped to the ground writhing in indescribable pain. His face twisted in agony. Blood pouring from his wound he would die in a few minutes. The other man had turned his wand on Harry but his hands we shaking too much. The fear danced in his eyes as he took in the dangerously furious eyes of the panther. It started to circle him a low growl emitting from the caverns of his throat. Trembles started up in the man's legs and travelled up to his stomach. He could barely stand as the fear swallowed him, rendering him unable to take any action. He watched in terror as the panther turned into a man, with those same haunting emerald eyes shining through a dark mask.

Shit.

That was the last thing to chase its way through the death-eaters mind before Harry unleashed a final blow to his throat. Snapping the spinal cord in one smooth action. Tiny sounds of whimpering could be heard from the corner of the darkened alleyway. Harry looked round to see the mud caked woman try to shuffle the little girl behind her. He looked at her, his eyes softening. She looked fearfully up at him and Harry realised that they thought he was going to kill them too.

"Don't worry, I wont hurt you" he said softly, reaching out a hand gently, "I'm on your side, please don't be afraid I'll get you too safety ok?"

The woman nodded but didn't accept his offer of assistance, with a little scuffle she pulled herself to her feet then picked up the trembling little girl. Harry's heart went out to them; their hair was caked with dust and dirt. Their muddy faces marred by cuts and tear tracks. The little girl curled herself into the woman's arms, little brown eyes peering out at him. With a flick of his hand he produced a little red lolly-pop and held it out for the little girl. He had found that little children were an amazing judge of character and were also extremely forgiving in most circumstances. He smiled at her and he saw another pulling at the corners of her lips. She reached out a little hand and grasped the lolly with tiny fingers.

"Now, you keep that for later ok?" he said soothingly to the little girl. She nodded slightly her eyes still peering unnervingly at him. He addressed the woman holding her,

"Make your way to the outskirts of the town, there will be stations set up. There will be people there to help you. Good luck, I must go now." he said quickly snapping out of his doting demeanour.

"Thank you, you saved my daughter and I…." started the woman gratitude filled her weary eyes,

"Go! There is not time! Please make haste!" he said urgently, the woman nodded before setting off.

Harry transformed into his panther form again. Smelling the air. It was quieter now, not as many screams. Harry wondered at that, it was a large and the attack was barely initiated. The death-eaters had been merely scaring the inhabitants before hand. Smelling a large amount of humans near the town centre Harry set off at an awesome pace. He leapt gracefully over a fallen timber and dodged some roaring flames. He could see the square ahead and a multitude of black cloaks in the centre. Suddenly the smell of a werewolf hit his sense and Harry diverted his path. Spotting his father's school friend crouched in the shadows he padded silently beside him. Transforming back into himself he crouched beside him.

"So Harry you've decided to join us." muttered Remus, Harry grimaced unsure of what that statement hid. He knew that the werewolf had smelt him probably metres away.

"Yes I decided that you could do with my help…" he started,

"Well that I cannot deny, from what I have seen you are a very formidable opponent. But be careful, If you were to perish here I would lose much more than an ally." said Remus in hushed tones, turning to look Harry in the eyes, barely restrained emotion danced in the amber orbs. Harry met them, speaking quickly yet reassuringly,

"Nothing in this world will take me from you Remus, I promise."

Remus seemed satisfied with that answer, "And neither will it take me. But at the moment we have a slight situation on out hands. There are a group of 26 DE's encircling the remaining members of the town in the square just to your left. We have Order members positioned around the square but we haven't thought of a way of distracting them long enough to port key the people outta here!"

"How many Order Members?" demanded Harry briskly, an idea forming rapidly in his mind?

"A mere 16. We couldn't pull some of the ministry members as they were at work and Fudge is still convinced that all this 'coincidental' attack is the cause of Dumbledore. We are in extreme trouble." he said gravely

"Ok relay to the others that I'm going to be the decoy. As soon as I get their attention evacuate those who are in trouble, do you understand me?" said Harry determined, Remus nodded reluctantly knowing that Harry knew what he was doing. He quickly relayed the message in hushed whispers through a muggle-style headset in his ear.

"Wolf position H -"

As Remus was doing that Harry was taking in his surroundings. Around the square were many blazing fires, weaving their way through the gutted houses. A fountain was still happily spouting water jets high into the sky beside them. Car lay turned onto their sides like tin cans around the rounds. His eyes sharpened and he could make out figures in the shadows nearby. Must be the other members.

The only sounds ringing through the area were muffled screams and whimpers intertwining with the gleeful shouts of the death-eaters. They were hollering brashly and ignorantly, sure of their victory and had let their guard down. That was their first mistake. Obviously Voldemort hadn't sent any DE's of importance or of great skill, for they would have been much more cautious and efficient. Harry smirked, not unlike his Slytherin counterpart. Counting slowly under his breath from 10 to 1 Harry stood quietly, softening the sounds of his feet, letting red flames lick up his torso and spread to his arms. He loved it when he could use his elemental powers, also allowed for great dramatic effect. He was standing in the centre of the square and yet no-one had noticed him. Moving swiftly into combat position Harry raised his arms, the flames licking down and engulfing his hands. He smiled at the warming effect but he was otherwise unharmed.

Summoning up the anger caused by the riots, he shouted over the din of the taunts.

"Um…sorry to disturb you during your playtime -" he started, grinning inwardly at the horrified expressions upon the faces of those addressed.

"But you seem to have forgotten something…." he continued low and and dangerously, nearly coming out as a feral growl.

"Me."

So there ya go : ) a teeny cliffy. Just cos Harry promised blah blah blah doesn't mean he cant get his but kicked! Oh well. PLEASE REVIEW! I had like 400 hits for this story but only 4 reviews. You are gonna make me cry if you guys don't review! Lol

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