Summary: Continues right after HBP (including spoilers). Harry is about to leave Hogwarts for good by himself against the will of his friends when a memory of something Dumbledore said before pops into his mind. Deciding to take action based on this memory, Harry decides to remain at Hogwarts for a while longer and train a bit more before going into the world on his own. What he discovers afterwards about himself and the world marks the beginning of a war of unimaginable proportions. This is a story inspired by Warcraft 3, Reign of Chaos. Also, bits of other shows and books are involved such as Matrix, Lord of The Rings, and Full Metal Alchemist (not enough to actually make it a crossover).

Disclaimer: I do not own any aspects of Harry Potter other than perhaps the actual books that are published. This is written for fun and definitely not profit. I also do not own anything relating to Warcraft. Anything here you recognize, I do not own it, and otherwise, it's probably my innovation or invention.

Arthur's Note: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed whether it was just a vote or constructive criticisms. To be honest, I wanted to update yesterday but I had to go… gulp… back to school shopping. Therefore I had to update today instead. I have been working on this chapter in my mind for quite a while now, almost before the last chapter was posted. This is (in my opinion) one of the more major fight scenes (but it's not a real major battle in terms of importance in my point of view). The scene would take around the entire chapter. If it's a bit too short in my liking, then I might make a faster update for the next chapter (which also means that you'll find out who wins in the little contest that I'm holding. Since I'm still unsure about responding to reviews, I'm only going to say thanks to those whose reviews are not really needed to be responded to (like those just stating votes) while answering those who've put quite a bit of effort and thought into their reviews. I think this chapter will be better than the last one, at least, if I get it out the way I planned it in my head. Those who find similarities in this chapter know that I've been watching Naruto and Gundam Seed so that might be where it's from. So I'll end this chattering now and actually give you guys the chapter. However, I wanted to help clear some things up about last chapter's Mal' Ganis portion first…

CLEARENCES FOR LAST CHAPTER (MAL' GANIS)

The following things are the main points that you are supposed to have learned from it:

There are lots of different dimensions and universes.

Archimonde is the king of demons and wants to turn each and every one of those worlds into an undead paradise.

Archimonde's army is called the Burning Legion.

During one of the earlier wars, Archimonde was damaged badly and even after centuries of recovery, he's still only at a fraction of his original powers.

Dreadlords were created to be leaders of the Burning Legion.

The past and purpose of the Dreadlords (should have been somewhat clear) including the positions of power. From the weakest to the strongest, it's Dreadlord (normal), High Dreadlord, and Arch Dreadlord.

Existence of Dreadladies.

Mal' Ganis going to Earth for a mission (including killing Voldemort as an OPTIONAL objective).

Mal' Ganis was given the powers of a High Dreadlord.

Mal' Ganis goes through a dysfunctional portal.

The following things are the main points that you are not supposed to have learned from it (part of the mystery so don't think of yourself as dumb for not understanding):

The true origin of Archimonde

The Lich King and his importance

The identity of the Pit Lords and Mannoroth

Mannoroth's "toys"

Why Archimonde wants Voldemort dead

The identities of the High and Arch Dreadlords (except for Tichondrius)

What is "The Alliance" and "The Ancestor's Council"

The identity of "subject 021"

What happened to the other portals of Mal' Ganis

That should be everything that I wanted to get across from the last demon part. If there are any more questions, please do not hesitate to ask. Therefore, let us get on with the story…

The Gathering Series Book One

The Gathering Twilight

Chapter Five:

Taking The Spotlight
From the last chapter…

"Quickly Harry, you need to get two books from my shelf before we go. We need to go really soon." Not understanding the urgency, Harry looked around. "Which ones?" He asked, seeing many tomes in the office. "Feel for them, they're concealed." Still confused, Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling out two powerful volumes. Finding them, Harry couldn't help but grab them quickly, shrink them, put them into another pocket and quickly ran out from the office.

"Why are we in such a hurry?" Harry asked out loud, wondering if there was any danger.

"Hogsmade is under attack…"

Harry stopped dead in his tracks despite the objection that his former mentor had just voiced out. "And you're telling me this now why?" Harry asked, clearly unhappy about information being kept from him all over again. "Would you have been able to better help out in your former form or current form?" Dumbledore asked, hoping that Harry would start moving again soon. If only he had a body and was able to drag Harry around himself.

To Dumbledore's pleasure, Harry started running again, even going as far as clutching Snuffles to him to keep it from falling out of his pocket. Harry was almost to the front doors when he heard Dumbledore's voice again. "This isn't good Harry, you need to get to higher grounds and fight from there." Knowing that this wasn't the time to argue but still stubborn enough to want the truth, he asked Dumbledore to explain the situation.

"It's like this Harry, the Death Eaters have already passed through the gates of Hogwarts. What remains of the teachers, aurors and student defenders, yes, there are student defenders out there, are falling back into the castle to regroup. I don't think you want people to know about your powers just yet as they are not developed fully, therefore you should go up and perhaps fight from one of the windows so as to hide yourself."

About half way through Dumbledore's explanation, Harry started to formulate a plan. "Dobby!" He called out, and winced a second later as a loud crack signaled the appearance of the house elf. 'I thought he said house elf magic was only allowed in the kitchens?' Harry thought, 'But then again, there was that time that he fought off Malfoy senior for me."

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, Harry quickly addressed his queerly dressed friend. "Dobby, this is an emergency, I need you to teleport me to the top of the astrology tower, please." The small creature tilted his head in slight confusion before recognizing whom he was talking to. "Harry Potter has changed…" He said before shaking his head in the negative. "Dobby cannot do so sir, it would hurt Harry Potter too much, Dobby does not want to hurt Mr. Potter. Kitchens were only place Harry Potter could get in harmlessly to."

Harry shuddered remembering the previous trip and glued a determined face onto this face as looked to Dobby. "You have to help me and do as I asked Dobby." Seeing the house elf's hesitation, Harry pulled out his last minute resort. "If you won't help me, I'll have to order Kreacher to do it instead. Please Dobby, help me out." His small friend's eyes widened as he nodded reluctantly and grabbed Harry's wrists suddenly.

Before Harry could mutter a word of thanks, he felt the familiar pain go through him. However, this time it was much more brutal. It was as if he was forced to shrink to the size of a golf ball and then was shattered into many pieces. There would be so many words to describe his pain that he didn't know where to begin while at the same time, no words could have described his torment.

After what seemed like an eternity, Harry felt the cool summer wind against his face. Regaining his composure, Harry turned to Dobby. "Thank you Dobby," he said, hoping that the house elf wouldn't punish himself. "Before you go, I need to ask you something." Dobby looked at Harry with expectant eyes while trying not to slam his head onto the floor. "Can house elves heal?" Harry asked, hearing shouts and screams from below.

Dobby quickly nodded, apparently nervous about the commotion outside. "Good, quickly gather all the house elves and open the front doors for the teachers, students and aurors. Help treat those who are injured physically and magically too if you guys know how. After that, put up the same barrier that stopped Ron and me from getting onto the train in my second year. When all that is done, ask one of the wizards or witches for instructions as to how to help, got that?"

Dobby paused a bit as if he was writing everything down in an imaginary note pad. Afterwards, he nodded. "I understand Harry Potter sir. But what will you do sir?" He asked, though already knowing the answer. "There's no time to worry about that right now. Do what I say please, as a friend and an equal Dobby." The house elf held back tears as he nodded and disappeared. Dumbledore's chuckle brought Harry back to the present. "You didn't have to make everything so dramatic Harry."

The young teen's reply was a scowl as he started to look at the battle below. There was chaos and destruction everywhere. The grass was no longer green, the water no longer blue, and the trees were enveloped in flames. There was so much death and decay. Harry could see the fighters for light running towards the castle and firing charms over their shoulders while picking up fallen comrades.

Harry turned green as he saw how many of the defenders were actually students. The youngest he could see was a third year so that was somewhat of a comfort to him. As he continued to watch for five seconds, Harry realized two things. The first was that there were no Slytherins anywhere; this made his blood boil as he thought about the snakes. The second thing he noticed, with pride this time, was that the students who were left and were doing very well holding their own were part of the D.A. last year.

It was then that he turned to look at the enemy and his blood ran cold. There, dressed in familiar black robes and different coloured masks, stood an army of at least five hundred Death Eaters, many of which did not fall even when hit with a spell. Harry felt that something was wrong so he concentrated a small amount of magic into this new eye. He almost gasped at what he saw.

After dispelling the affects of the illusion, Harry saw no more than perhaps four-dozen capable Death Eaters. In front of each of them, held like a shield, were their own fallen comrades. It was no wonder why none of them seemed to be falling. Getting frustrated when he saw the invaders trample on fallen defenders, Harry turned his attention to Dumbledore.

"Damn it! How am I supposed to help? I don't even have a wand with me!" Harry asked, trying desperately to think of something that he could to help. "The answer is in your pocket." That was his reply before something stirred in his pant pocket. Harry looked down to see Snuffles awake and seemingly excited.

Desperate to do anything he could to help, Harry held the small creature eye level. Dumbledore picked that time to continue. "The omnisence has three weapon forms, one for melee one on one combat, one for melee one on many combat, and one for ranged assaults. Each is different for a different user. Call upon it and ask for what you need."

Holding the small puff of fuzz, Harry closed and thought in an almost prayer like style. 'I need the ranged weapon, I need to help my friends, please… help me… just help me.' Opening his eyes, he saw Snuffles glowing brightly on the palm of his Un-Arm hand. His eyes then widened as he saw the pygmy puff seeming melt into the metal on his arm. It was around that same time when he felt a great wave of power wash over him, or rather, his arm to be exact.

He continued to stair in awe and amazement as he saw the metal of the Un-Arm being shaped into a more rectangular shape. It was also around this time that he felt a growing pain in his scar. Should Dumbledore have a face right now (whether physical or spiritual), he would have shock on his face as well, though not for the same reasons as the young wizard in front of him. 'I can't believe it…' Dumbledore thought as he watched on from inside Frostmourne. 'The omnisence, it actually bonded with Harry!' He looked at Harry's scar that was now glowing a combination of red and… pink.

It would have been amusing to see the expression on Harry's face in almost any other situation should he be told that his famous scar was flashing pink, but today wasn't meant for fun… well, harmless fun anyways. Harry opened his eyes even though he didn't remember closing them and stared at his further-improved arm.

It was somewhat similar to the original Un-Arm, but there were some major differences. First off, instead of a hand with fingers, he had a hand, if you could call it that, which resembled the barrels on a gatling machine gun. Counting, Harry saw that he had twenty barrels. While lifting his hand to examine it, Harry also noticed that there were cylindrical/cone-shaped objects attached to the four sides of his rectangular arm, two on each side to be exact. The final change was his shoulder piece, where there was now what seemed to be four much larger barrels. They were so big that Harry thought they were missile launchers at first, but then realized that it was too similar to his gatling barrels to be missile launchers. Other than those changes, his arm was about the same, meaning that there was still the runic writing on his arm.

Before he could comment on this latest development in his life, he noticed that there was something different about his vision as well. Instead of the normal sight of things a normal person sees, Harry saw that his vision was green and everything was covered in a grid. On the top left corner of his vision, he was the words Time Pause Off. 'This is just like a video game.' Harry thought as he watched the battle below him in a whole new light, literally. Wondering how the Time Pause worked, Harry decided to work his new weapon the same way he did with all of his latest "improvements". 'Ok, here goes nothing,' Harry thought. 'Time Pause On'

It all happened in an instant. Everything soon froze in his line of vision. Not knowing what this really did, Harry decided to ask Dumbledore for an explanation. To his surprise, he couldn't move his mouth to talk, he couldn't breathe for that matter. It was so unreal, yet he wasn't suffocating. Figuring that this was supposed to help him devise plans, Harry studied the field below him. It wasn't long before he gave up though as he couldn't really see anything clearly.

Following the idea that this perhaps was something like one of Dudley's old games, Harry tried to see if there was anything else that he could do. 'Um… Main Menu?' He half thought half commanded, and to his relief another green screen appeared. There were six options that he could see: Weaponry Stats, Personal Stats, Spell Repertoire, Scenario Information, Command, and More.

Deciding to try out everything, it's not like he was wasting time, Harry first tried the Weaponry Stats. Here, he saw another screen. He basically saw an analyzed picture of his new… ugh… newer arm with various labels. Beneath the picture he saw what was probably all the main statistics he would need: Barrels 1-20, empty, undamaged… Cannons 1-4, empty, undamaged… Funnels 1-8, empty, undamaged, accounted for… 'Funnels' Harry thought unconsciously while wondering what it was and unexpectedly saw the picture zoom to where he had seen the eight cylindrical attachments before. Underneath the picture (once again) were the stats: Funnels 1-2, rapid-fire function… Funnels 3-4, sniper function… Funnels 5-6, spread-fire function… Funnels 7-8, splash damage function.

Harry sighed mentally as his head began to hurt because of all the information. He really didn't know what funnels were, but he thought that he probably would learn later. Afterwards, he tried Personal Stats. To his dismay, all he saw was numbers: Life Force 2000/2000… Magic 2.6mil/3mil… Mana 3mil/3mil… Spiritual Energy 3mil/3mil… It hurt his head too much, there was way more than those four, and he didn't know what most of them were.

Giving up ahead of time to spare himself a bigger headache, Harry tried the Spell Repertoire. It was what he had imagined it to be. It was a list of all the spells he had ever learned and seen. The ones that caused him no trouble at all were white, the ones he found difficult but still doable were green, the ones he read about were yellow, while the spells that he only saw and heard about were red. What he did find surprising though was the small "Load" option beside each white and green spell and some of the yellow ones. 'So this is like a gun for spells,' Harry thought, again surprised to see a screen pop up. However, this time, it was the picture of Snuffles beside a small note that read "Error: Invalid Command".

Sighing mentally again, Harry decided to try the next one. When he was brought to his original view, he thought he did something wrong until he saw two options: View and Scan. Deciding to follow the order, Harry found out that he surprisingly could see the view of the battle in a birds-eye view angle. When he tried scan, he felt a lot of burden lifting from his shoulder. His results were something like this.

Scanning…

Scan Complete

Results:

50 Death Eaters in Hogwarts Vicinity currently confronting 11 Teachers, 15 Aurors, and 28 students

50 Death Eaters dead being held by comrades

87 unconscious and wounded students

13 over all (teachers, students, aurors) dead

200 werewolves stationed in forbidden forest with 400 reinforcements approaching

4 commanders amongst werewolves

134 centaurs and 376 acromantulas approaching werewolf camp

14 Death Eaters attacking Hogwarts Express

50 Death Eaters in Hogsmade confronting 13 civilians, 67 Aurors and 20 Order of Phoenix members

157 overall deaths in Hogsmade (unable to break down origins)

550 dementors will arrive in Hogsmade in one hour

250 inferi will arrive at Hogwarts grounds in two hours

298 students in Hogwarts express currently sustaining barriers

115 students wounded in the same train

End results

While it was true that their situation seemed hopeless, at least now Harry would know about what was going on and what was happening. Armed with this new information and completely forgetting the "more" option, Harry went to Command. Now understanding how everything worked, Harry gave out his commands in such grace, intelligence and accuracy that he wondered if he could finally beat Ron in chess. He was now staring at three screens, a combination of Weaponry Stats, Scenario Information, and the original map. 'Designate all Death Eaters, Werewolves, Inferi, and Dementors as enemies. Designate all Students, Civilians, Teachers, Aurors, Acromantula, and Centaurs as allies.' He waited a moment before he saw the enemies outlined in red and those on the side of light outlined in green.

He had to remember to protect those students that were already down and injured, not to mention the incapacitated adults too. Also, he knew that he had to fight one thing at a time and not go all over the place. Thinking about spells quickly, Harry tried to use one of his lesser-known spells. 'Serpensortia load into Barrels 1-10, fire function: rapid fire (speed), target all unconscious and wounded allies in Hogwarts, command to the snakes, guard all unconscious allies. Stunners load into Barrels 11-15, fire function: sniper (accuracy), target all enemy Death Eaters on school grounds. Reductors load into Barrels 16-20, same commands as Stunners.'

He waited until the texts beside the barrels turn from "loading" to "ready". Harry thought to himself a bit more. 'Requesting range for cannons' Harry thought as he saw a white circle being drawn on the map. He frowned; or rather he would have frowned. 'Requesting range for patronus charm,' Harry was much happier when he saw the range: unlimited. 'Assign patronus charm to all cannons, aim for furthest point possible closest to approaching Dementors. Command for patronus: Attack all Dementors.' Harry waited once more, though it was much longer this time.

Finally, as Harry began to become mentally exhausted, he gave his final commands. 'Load enervate to rapid-fire and spread-fire funnels, target all unconscious allies on school grounds, adults prioritization. Diffindo load into sniper funnels, target all enemy wands and weapons. Deletrius load into splash damage funnels, target groups of Death Eater images.' It should work in any way that he could see it. Harry hoped everything would work out fine for him once.

'Time pause… off' Harry thought as everything started to move again so fast that Harry had to take a while to clear his head. He noticed that Dumbledore's presence was missing but didn't think much about it as he had more important matters to address to as of the moment. Harry shrugged as he lifted his now glowing arm and pointed it below him to the battle going on there. 'Barrels, fire at will!' Harry commanded as what used to be his fingers shot out different colours of light and snakes at different intervals.

"Cannons, fire!" Harry shouted, not realizing that he had actually said it out loud. What came out surprised him. Perhaps it was because of the enhancing capabilities of the cannon or the happiness that he really was experiencing while helping out his friends, but whatever it was, it was huge… just like the four patronus charms. Within seconds, four stags the size of giants rushed to the ground and headed towards the direction of the Dementors. Harry was pleased to see that some even trampled Death Eaters in its path while being careful to avoid his friends.

'Funnels now!' He wondered what funnels were but he was pleasantly surprised. The weapons detached from his arm and flew like missiles towards their targets, once close enough, they started firing their respective spells while jerking and moving this way and that in various formations and dodges.

Harry watched as the splash damage funnels fired and all the images were dispelled. It was felt so good to finally be able to do something productive. The shouts of surprise when their wands were cut and broken, when they were blown away, and when they were immobilized, were music to his ears. He then frowned as he saw what happened, while it was true that all the Death Eaters were beaten within 5 minutes, their last barrage of spells had completely devastated the remaining defenders. The enervate spells that were cast weren't really helping at all.

Seeing that there wasn't a need to continue fighting, at least for a while, Harry stopped firing. Trying to get a fast way down to the ground, Harry leapt off the roof of the tower while changing barrel 1 to a summoning charm. Quickly, Harry concentrated and just before he was about to hit the ground, he received one of the last Death Eater wands that were still intact. Quickly levitating himself, Harry landed with a soft "thud" right in the middle of the battlefield. As soon as he touched the ground, Harry finally felt the cost of his wild spell firing taking its toll on him.

Ignoring his newfound exhaustion, Harry made his way over to the two last standing figures. "Professor McGonagall! Professor Flitwick!" Harry shouted, making his way over to his teachers. The two took a defensive position before their eyes landed on Harry's scar and their eyes widened. "Potter?" Asked the new headmistress, not believing what she was seeing. "What happened to you?"

"There's no time professor," Harry said as he had time paused once more to see the situation, everything was the same except for the changes he's made here and the delaying and reduction of Dementors. However, he noticed that the Death Eaters were evening out the odds in the fight in Hogsmade, as the battle was now around 40 against 40. Quickly, he placed both of their hands in his left palm and began to chant. The adults looked on with wonder as they felt a bluish energy wash over and heal them.

"Professors, I have to leave it up to you to take care of everyone here," Harry said quickly turning his back to them and gesturing towards the fallen defenders. "The house elves in the castles will be helping you, I suggest one of you start for the castle to get their help while the other starts reviving the people here. I'll help in the more severe cases."

Both professors nodded and headed off to their tasks and neither wondered why they were taking orders from a teenager. Harry started to help Flitwick heal the injured and revive the unconscious. He had originally thought to go to the Hogwarts express, but his Scenario Information told him that the students are quite safe for at least another half an hour. Now he concentrated on enabling people to fight again. Using his many barrels, (this entire time he had been constantly charging and sending petronuses from his cannons) Harry bound each and every Death Eater before starting to help heal everyone.

Using his healing ritual circle, Harry managed to revive many of the adult defenders and those from the D.A. to close to full health. He was moving so fast that nobody could identify him because he knew he needed to hurry. Every five minutes Harry would check on the situation despite the strain that he had already put onto his magic reserve and mind. When it seemed that the werewolf reinforcements were going to arrive before the current werewolf battle would finish, Harry sent his army of serpents (more than 150 snakes!) to help the Centaurs and Acromantulas.

Once the more serious injuries were dealt with and the better fighters were healed and awoken, Harry summoned one more snake before enlarging it and, while riding it, charged towards Hogsmade. He left the Hogwarts battlefield and the now battle-fit defenders to plan out for themselves how they were going to organize their counter attack and take care of their injured.

Once Harry arrived at the village, he saw that the Death Eaters were now winning at 35 against 30. It was obvious that the scum weren't rookies. Without another word, Harry summoned two more snakes before enlarging them and setting the three on the Death Eaters. He also made sure to cast a couple of shield charms onto the snakes so that they would have resistance against magic and last longer.

Harry himself was heading towards Hogsmade station where students were still trapped inside the crimson locomotive. Seeing that there were now 11 Death Eaters attacking the train, Harry let out a small sigh trying to figure out what he was going to do. He was hiding at the moment, wanting the element of surprise. A sharp jolt in his arm brought up a screen that stated that his magic reserves were now less than one third of its full capacity. Thinking that this wasn't anything to worry about, Harry paled when he saw another note that said most wizards needed at least a quarter of their reserve maximum to sustain life. Otherwise, they may face becoming a squib or even death. Normal wizards can't even tap as far as Harry had done.

So now he had to think up another strategy, this was going to be hard. Trying to get additional information with his enhanced eyes, Harry thought of using his Eye of Erised. Taking a breath to gather up some more magic from his reserves, Harry unleashed the full power of his eye. What he saw almost made him gasp. Each of these people wanted to please Voldemort and make him happy. While he could sense that there were deeper desires for them, he saw that their need of satisfying their master was very deep. Realizing that they wanted that so much was because they were afraid of Death, Harry formed a plan in his head.

While it was difficult to make different people see different illusions at the same time, it was relatively easy to make multiple people see one illusion. Harry concentrated as he changed his appearance to the Death Eaters and became the person he hated most of all. He was now Voldemort to the 11 Death Eaters. That was what he loved and noticed about this eye, it allowed him to trick some people, not all. It was all up to his choice. Stepping out into view, Harry levitated himself behind the Death eaters while hiding the wand that he was using on himself to make it seem like he was flying by his own will.

He cleared his throat and the Death Eaters turned around. Though they wore masks, he could see their necks pale and assume the same occurred with their faces. They all bowed on their brooms (Did I mention they were an aerial assault?) and rushed to kiss his robes. Smirking, Harry levitated himself further up into the sky as cannon 1 finished charging its splash damage reductor curse. Dispelling his illusion just as he felt his magical reserve deplete even further, his "servants" gasped in shock and confusion before they saw a bright light and all were sent crashing into the barrier of the train. They wouldn't be fighting anymore.

Harry suddenly felt a pain throughout his body as it began to spasm. Another bright light later, Harry fell onto the ground beside the train. Getting up shakily, Harry saw that Snuffles was now separate from him again and was sleeping on his chest. Harry took the tired little ball of fur and tucked it gently in his pockets before performing a small sticking charm to keep it with him. He was surprised to feel another jolt of pain course throughout his body as he cast the simple charm.

Knowing that magic was now out of the question at least for a while, Harry got to his feet tiredly and started to run towards Hogsmade. He tucked his salvaged wand into his robes in case he desperately needed to use magic in the near future. As he did so, he felt his hand brush upon the two books that were in his pocket. Feeling strangely comforted, Harry continued his run towards the small magical hamlet.

From afar, Harry could tell that his serpents had done a fairly good job as they were still standing and there didn't seem to be any more signs of struggle. Looking around, Harry saw that everything was under control with the Aurors starting to bring the Death Eaters in and the medics starting to take care of the injured.

Knowing that there was still more to come, Harry surreptitiously sneaked past the survivors and climbed on top of one of his giant snakes. Out of the three that he had left, two survived. He couldn't find where the third one's corpse was but still he said a silent thanks to it and its two friends. Without stopping to take a breath, Harry, on top of one of his summoned serpents, left the village in the direction of where the Werewolves were.

He had checked the situation before Snuffles passed out. It seemed that the army of snakes he sent weren't received well with the Acromantula, and while they fought the same enemy, they didn't work together in any way, causing many losses on their side. The good thing that he had figured out was that the werewolves were not transformed and will not tonight as there will be no full moon. However, this only meant that they could use magic in the human form.

With the sides at about 200 against 250 werewolves, Harry knew that this was where he should go next. While it was true that those fit to fight from the Hogwarts battle were planning on joining the fray, Harry would get there faster and hopefully prevent some deaths.

The fire in the forbidden forest had died somewhat by now, but the stench of havoc still lingered. As Harry traveled deeper and deeper into the woods, a strange fog began to appear and thicken. It was pretty soon that the only thing Harry could see was white. There wasn't even a sound of the upcoming battle.

Perhaps this was why all of a sudden Harry's snake stopped and there were surprised cries coming from below him. Thinking quickly, Harry ordered his summons to attack any and all werewolves as he dove into the burnt trees. His surprise departure caused Harry to loose his breath somewhat so he had to stop himself and rest a bit before seeing what was happening. It seemed that the werewolves had already won the battle though they only had around a dozen or so people left.

Thinking about what choices he had now, Harry tried to remember some of the forms that his Un-Arm had. Each of his arms needed magic to work. Cursing his bad luck, Harry thought harder. There was one arm that didn't seem too require much magic though: the arm of Ke'Tha. It felt more natural and that it was using another source of energy. It was then that he remembered everything about his other stats from when Snuffles combined with him. Hoping that the gargoyle arm powered on something else, he shifted his arm causing his body to spasm a bit more.

Taking careful aim at the distracted lycanthropes, Harry managed to take down three before the others realized that something was attacking them other than the two giant serpents. Those three, along with four that his summonses were able to knock out, left only five enemies left. Not wanting to be located, Harry began to change positions before firing the greenish blade over and over again.

When there was only three left, one of his summonses was killed. Harry was relieved to see that instead of collapsing in a pool of blood, the giant snake just vanished. Summoning another snake with his salvaged wand (causing more spasms) and keeping it in its original small size, Harry ordered it to sneak quietly and attack a werewolf when it was least expected.

Not wanting to loose his last giant summons, Harry managed to take down one more enemy before coming out into the clearing. Once the two werewolves had seen him, they gave him their full attention. That was a mistake in itself as soon Harry's new smaller snake bit one while his gargantuan counterpart swung its tail, knocking both of them out.

Harry slumped as another battle was finished. He knew that he had to get up soon and try and help the centaurs and acromantulas, but he was too exhausted and he didn't know where they were. A sudden rustle was heard before two banishing charms impacted with his two summonses and both disappeared. Getting up quickly to his feet, Harry saw four figures approach him. 'The four commanders,' Harry thought, remembering his earlier information gathering.

To his relief however, Harry saw four familiar faces. "Hey guys!" He said, relieved when he saw Michael Corner, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, and Ernie Macmillan. His happiness was short lived however, when he saw the looks of hatred they gave him after seeing his scar. 'Oh yea,' Harry thought, remembering his transformation. "Guys, what's wrong?" He asked, only getting silence as a response.

There weren't any more words that were said before the four whipped out their wands and started various incantations. Out of reflex, Harry jumped onto a lower branch before going higher and higher, trying to at least gain higher ground if anything violent was going to take place.

Dodging various spells, Harry looked down once again as the four formed a square with their backs to each other. Knowing that the formation was a good choice, each of them began to fire random spells in random directions trying to hit Harry. Taking careful aim, Harry fired three more blades aimed for their wands before instantly starting to move to another location. He didn't even look to see if he got his targets though shouts of frustration were a good sign at the moment.

Once safely hid again, Harry looked to see that two out of the four wands were now broken for good. Taking out the wand from his pocket once again, Harry used the summoning charm to take one more wand out of their grasp. To Harry's relief, he didn't feel too much pain this time, hopefully meaning that his magic reserve was starting to replenish.

Dean, the last one with a wand, put it away. "Potter, come out and fight us like a man!" Raising an eyebrow at their antics, Harry decided to do as he asked and see what was going to happen. Dropping to the ground in front of them, Harry looked suspiciously at them. "What are you guys doing? Why are you guys attacking me?"

"Me, me, me, is that all you think about?" Seamus spat with venom in his tone. "You want to know what our problem with you is Potter? Fine! We'll humor you. We're tired of always taking the backseat while you get more and more power, more and more fame. We're here to take matters into our own hands and you're going to die today!"

Harry was shocked, where was all this coming from? Were they really his friends or were they maybe imposters? Ernie continued where Seamus left off. "You're the most selfish person I know. Everything you do is to benefit yourself. Even when you're trying to be modest, we know you're just fishing for compliments! Your being captain of the quidditch team, champion in the tri-wizard tournament, the "chosen one", and the likes, it all sickens me!"

Michael and Dean continued from there. "It's not good enough that you've got just about every damn girl in the school after you, but you just had to take ours. It wouldn't do well if we have any happiness at all would it?" Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing; none of it was true… wasn't it? "Heaven forbid if Ginny actually liked me, or were you going to pull a Cedric Diggory one me? Maybe invite me for tea and say that Death Eaters attacked just when I was reaching for a scone?"

At this Harry felt the colour drain from his face. What they all said… it was his deepest doubts and fears… if only he had taken the tri-wizard cup by himself instead of acting noble… and then there was Sirius… and while it was true that Harry saved Ron, Hermione, the other Weasleys, and countless others, weren't they attacked because they were associated with him? Then there was the resurrection of Voldemort… if he was dead before the end of his fourth year, then Voldemort wouldn't have been able to get his blood for his vile revival ritual.

Taking Harry's silence as guilt, the four laughed their hearts out. Then in a flash, Dean pulled out his wand again and shot out four spells into the air. Afterwards, he quickly summoned the two wands in Harry's possession and snapped all three. Having been barely snapped out of his thoughts, Harry wondered what was going on before looking up…

There they were, four images of the full moon, also coming with darkness surrounding the illusions. Realization dawned on Harry as he looked at his former friends again. It was like third year all over again, the sound of muscles changing, bones cracking and rearranging, and fur growing filled Harry with a fear that he hadn't ever felt before. It wasn't that he was afraid of being beaten, or even killed, but rather he feared that there were more people like them, people that traded their humanity to get revenge on him.

After a good five minutes, the entire forest was covered in shadows. Harry could barely see the differences between the four, trying to see which one was who. Still frozen in fear, Harry barely noticed the four fully transformed werewolves charging at him. Before Harry could respond, he found himself smashed against a tree with various wounds all over his body. Healing himself with his left palm, Harry staggered onto his feet and tried in vain to hit the four with his copied gargoyle attack.

The four were moving so fast, however, that Harry felt 2 broken ribs and the air knocked out of him before he could even get more than 3 attacks out. The four now surrounded him from four sides. "Guys, let's show him just how much we hate him with our combination move." Ernie said, his accent replaced with venom. The other three nodded before leaping quite a distance away, leaving Ernie standing before a crumbled Harry.

Picking up the battered wizard, Ernie tossed him into the air before kicking straight up with all of his strength. Harry felt a pain that rivaled house elf traveling as he soared up straight up into the air. He wouldn't cry out though, that would only give them satisfaction. Turning slightly in mid air, Harry saw Dean rushing towards him in the air while Seamus was no where to be seen and Michael was bracing himself on a branch further up and farther away from him.

In another second or two, Harry felt himself being kicked like a soccer ball by Dean. Gasping for breath, as breathing was now very difficult, Harry looked to see that he was heading straight towards Michael. He was still confused as to what they were doing when he felt Michael mimic Ernie and kicked him higher into the air again. Once Harry was even higher up than the treetops, he understood what was going to happen. Turning to look up into the sky, Harry wasn't surprised to see Seamus coming down towards him from the sky about to bring his left foot down onto his chest.

Turning once more to protect himself from being hit right in the chest, Harry failed to hear a metallic sound that came from behind his back. Seamus, on the other hand, saw that the sword strapped to Harry's back was coming out of its scabbard a little. Unable to stop himself, he impacted with the blade of the sword. Just as flesh met metal, a blue flame engulfed his entire form as he felt his soul being cut into many different pieces.

Screaming in pain, he failed to notice that by hitting the blade, he also pressed it against Harry. Speaking of the wizard, Harry experienced the same feeling that Seamus was feeling. Though it was oddly familiar to him. He felt his own soul fighting against the power of Frostmourne while subconsciously thinking, "I will not be controlled!" over and over again. When the feeling faded, he saw that Seamus was falling to the ground engulfed in blue flames.

However, he didn't get to examine him for long as time caught up with him and he rushed past the werewolf at a tremendous speed caused by Seamus's hit. Looking ahead of him (down) he saw the other three were crouched and the next second, jumped up to meet him in mid air. Once more, the three feet impacted with him. This time though, he didn't go up as the force of him coming down and cancelled that effect. However, the combined force almost made a hole through his upper body.

Falling down hard onto the ground, Harry gasped for breath as he sputtered out blood from his mouth. Finding the determination to survive, Harry got up and looked over to his four new enemies. From what he could see, Seamus was now part of the dead. Closing his eyes in sorrow, Harry silently prayed that he was finally at peace. The other three, however, looked murderous.

Snarling, Dean took out his wand again and shot another spell at the sky, hitting the four moons. Harry looked up tiredly as he watched in morbid horror when the moons seemed to bleed before turning red all together. Harry looked back at his former friends and silently watched with worn-out eyes as they underwent another transformation. This time, they doubled in size as their furs turned red and eyes turned white.

Harry felt a pulse and looked up at the moons. There was something so familiar about it… so warm and comforting… 'Let me help you…' Harry heard a soft feminine whisper. In his mind's eye, he saw two figures sparring in what appeared to be a dojo. It was a man and a woman, and the woman was apparently winning. 'Open your heart… love me like you did all those nights ago… let me in and we shall walk and fight… together…' It was a seductive and husky voice, one that made shivers run down his spine. It was as if she was whispering right into his ears. Without missing another beat, Harry felt something snap inside of him and his eyes lost their focus as he stared calmly at the three enhanced werewolves.

Dean felt his rage lessen to be replaced by fear as Harry's eyes fazed out of focus and stared at them. In a soft and graceful move, Harry got into a position that he had never seen before. He was standing on one hand, or rather, the index finger of his metallic hand to be more precise. His legs were straight and together with his toes pointing towards the sky while his other arm stretched and became perpendicular to his body. The end result was what looked like an upside down and incomplete cross.

"When all five fingers are brought down, you will wish that you were never born. You have until then to back down." Harry spoke in a hollow voice, though his mouth didn't seem to move in any way. Dean shared a look with the others before they all charged at their fastest speed. They were surprised, however, as just when they were about to hit him, he disappeared and appeared behind them. He then brought both of his legs down in an arc, easily dislocating Dean's left arm and Ernie's right arm while both crashed into Michael who was in the middle.

At the three regained their composures; they looked to see Harry in the same position, this time standing on his index and middle fingers. They foolishly charged again, each aiming for a different part of Harry's body: Dean the stomach, Ernie the legs, and Michael the head. Once again their eyes widened as Harry gracefully and quickly shifted his body into a diagonal form to avoid all their attacks. As a quick follow-up move, Harry moved his legs to do a kind of splits and twirled to strike with them and his free arm. It was like a whirlwind if one were to watch from afar, which someone was.

The three landed heavily onto the ground as they saw Harry now standing on three fingers. Thinking that it was best to retreat before their lives were taken, Dean and Ernie quickly turned to run away. "This isn't over Potter!" Dean snarled before both dashed off deeper into the forest. Harry turned his gaze to Michael, who was still there, glaring at him. "They're cowards," he explained, crouching and preparing for another attack, while seeing that Harry had moved up to his pinky. He wouldn't have long, that was guaranteed.

In one final desperate attempt, Michael dropped to all fours. Harry watched without any emotion as yet another transformation took place in front of him. 'I don't care if it's not read!' The former Hogwarts student thought, focusing on all of his hate. 'I'm going to kill him!' Just then, he felt something was wrong. He looked up with fear and saw that the moons were fading. He panicked; he was still transforming… if the moon was to fade right now… it was nighttime now, but still… no full moon… what would happen? A sudden pain was his answer as he collapsed onto the floor and writhed in pain.

Harry watched too as the moons gave one final bright red glow before disappearing. Surprisingly, his own effects caused by the moon were still there. His half-conscious state and newfound skills were still there. Harry watched with fascination in the back of his mind as he saw Michael seemed to spasm before… imploding? 'That's a bit anti-climatic,' Harry thought absently as he turned to stand upright.

However, this wasn't over yet as Harry felt another presence near him. "Show yourself," he said, not liking this feeling. As he commanded a sudden figure appeared in front of him. It was strange; Harry could see two people standing in the same spot. One was a man who appeared to be a very wealthy wizard; he was strikingly handsome (though he'd never admit it) with black hair and dark eyes. His robes were made from the finest silk and were a beautiful shade of green, which contrasted well with his pale complexion. The other was less easy on the eyes; it was a very muscular man… if he could call him that. He… it had two black horns on his head and Harry couldn't see his eyes. He was wearing a strange kind of green armour with matching bat-like wings.

Not liking this person and his sickly aura, Harry unconsciously took a step backwards. Mal' Ganis, on the other hand, seemed very amused. 'This can't be Voldemort, nor can he be subject 021. However, his power levels are almost as high as mine were before I received my High Dreadlord powers… this will be interesting.' He thought as he examines the boy in front of him. 'He can see me for who I am,' he thought with a frown as he saw Harry's apprehension.

"Greetings," he said in a disarming voice, trying to see just how smart this kid was. "I am Mal' Ganis. What is your name?" Harry snapped himself out of his thought… wow… even half-conscious he could still go into a trance. Not being able to control himself, he heard himself answer. "That is none of your concern… demon!"

Mal' Ganis looked taken back before smiling again. "So what's it to you if I am a demon?" Harry narrowed his unfocused eyes. "You reek of chaos and blood, frankly, I want to spill your blood." Mal' Ganis raised an eyebrow. This wasn't going well. He was severely weakened when he came into this world through that incomplete portal. He can't fight right now.

A noise caught both of their attention as they turned to see what was causing the commotion. Right after, they saw an army of corpses moaning and walking towards them, a few dementors amongst them. Harry watched as Mal' Ganis barely raised a hand simply before waving it. Soon, a green wave that seemed similar to his gargoyle attack erupted form his hand along with a lot of feral looking bats. Within seconds, the entire army was turned to dust, even the inferi were unable to put themselves back together.

Mal' Ganis then proceeded to turn his back to Harry before starting to walk off. "Wait!" Harry said, wanting to fight the demonic being. "You'll get your chance to fight me later, but if you want to be destroyed right now," he paused, turning slightly. "Then try to survive this!"

With that, he was gone with the shadows. Harry was confused before a whistling noise was heard. Harry looked to the sky to see two comets heading straight for him. They were engulfed in emerald green flames and were moving faster than anyone had ever seen before. Too occupied with the approaching comets, Harry didn't notice his left arm glowing with the activation of the healing ritual circle. At the last possible second, Harry drew Frostmourne out of reflex and slashed it at the comet in a vain attempt to save himself. In the blink of an eye, they smashed right where Harry was causing an explosion that shook the entire Earth.

The sky was covered with green and blue lights as dust and debris were thrown everywhere. It was like something from an old war movie, with the classic mushroom cloud and heat wave. Surprisingly, nobody was hurt by the waves of heat that emanated form the collision. Though they could see one person silhouetted against the light in the sky injured badly.

Harry was… once again… in a new level of pain. He was sure that he'd reached the limit by now, and yet here he was, in the sky, still very much alive, well… barely alive anyways. His entire body was burned to a crisp and was still overwhelmed with emerald flames. As he was about to loose the last of his conscious, Harry saw something white grabbing his shoulders.

Headwig had been sent ahead to wait for her master at his "home", but half way there, she could feel something was wrong. It was proven to be true as she now clutched her battered master in her talons. She wasn't a regular wizarding owl, but nobody should know about that yet. Carrying the barely conscious form of the boy-who-lived, Headwig slowly descended near a red steam engine.

Harry, understanding where he was being led to, smashed open the window (trying to use pain to wake him from his near unconscious state) and felt himself being dropped into one of the seats in an empty compartment. Not knowing where the strength came form, Harry looked up to see his animal companion. "Headwig… thanks…" He said in a hoarse voice. "You can go and hunt for a while for now… I need to rest anyways…" Headwig gave off a hesitant hoot before flying off into the sky.

Harry gave a final breath before he closed his eyes and tried to recover from this near death situation. As he drifted to sleep, Harry cursed the name of Mal' Ganis, not noticing that a certain Metamorphmagus Auror had gasped in shock under her invisibility cloak…

End Fifth Chapter (FINALLY!)

A/N: I liked this chapter, though it's not exactly how I wanted it, as I write I get tired and the beginning tends to be a bit different than the end. However, I still hoped that it was enjoyable and easy to understand, if there are any questions, ask away. Reminder to everyone: the next chapter would announce the review contest winners. Expect the next chapter to be out Saturday night latest and Thursday night earliest (depending on reviews and demands). I apologize if there are parts that you don't like and if you tell me I might be able to change it for the better. I think the fights were not too bad and this IS my first full fight scene. I cut back some parts from the originally planned chapter so to add more drama and make things flow better. Please tell me what you guys think. Thanks to everyone who reviewed.

Review responses/acknowledgements.

Le Grimoire: Thanks for your thought on the new rule, along with Frisson 25 though, too. I thank you for your compliments and I must say that I really like Snuffles a lot. I hope that your questions were answered in the beginning of the chapter, though if there's anything else that you want to know about please just ask. As for the fate of Dumbledore and Frostmourne, you'll have to wait, as the next chapter should be more romance driven between Tonks and Harry. I've already decided to put Fleur into the pairing sorry, but if you can tell me what you don't like about her, maybe I can change that (perhaps her attitude?) to make the story more enjoyable. Anyway, thanks for your very informative review and hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Makotochi: A person can vote once every chapter until the pairings are established, however, please do not go back to review if you did not review for a past chapter. It makes me confused and disorganized as to how to organize the votes and review responses. Anyways, I hope that makes things clearer and hope you like this chapter.

Fredryck: It's all right, you put your e-mail in after all, and I thank you for that. I'm glad that you decided to try out and I hope you enjoy your experience. I myself have a lot of good memories and ideas that came from those stories. This is a Warcraft inspired story, what actually happened in Warcraft three might not actually be the case here. Imagine this story as an alternate universe version of the game. So Mal' Ganis isn't dead and neither is Archimonde and other characters. I like the way you want Malfoy to kill his father, as that would work perfectly with getting Narcissa into the pairing, but as we have seen in the latest book, he's not very fond of killing, and frankly, I think he'd be too chicken to do that. I might have to change Draco's attitude then, but it is a good idea. To be honest, I don't like Malfoy at all and I don't like writing about him in any situation other than humiliation and pain. So, thanks for the review and I hope you like this story so far.

John Steppenwolf: Thanks for the review and I didn't make Harry sweat drop or drop to the floor anime style because this isn't anime, though I can see a person with a sweat drop expression on his or her face. Thanks for your encouragement and I hope this chapter was better for you.

Deadwilder: I'm glad you understood the demons part of the last chapter, if not, I hope I explained it well in this chapter. If there are any questions, don't hesitate to ask. As you can see from this chapter, Harry and Mal' Ganis aren't really the best of chums right now. I agree with your perspective of him though, but you can see that he really does have a lot of power. I'm glad that's you're a Snuffles fan like me, I really think that's one of my better ideas in this story. I'm not sure about traveling yet… but I'll see… I want to get to Hogwarts soon (I have some really wicked Quidditch scenes planned out) but there may be quite a few chapters before that though, so traveling is more like a probability. I haven't thought about Harry/Dreadlady (I still don't like the corniness of the name) being included, but it wouldn't be in this book as this book in the series is only going to be around Earth mostly. So thanks for the review and I hope you had fun reading this chapter just like I had fun writing it.

That's all for now, if you wanted a response I'm sorry, but I'm just trying to be careful right now. Now, for the pairing standings…

Pairing standings so far (if you vote for "anyone is fine" then everyone gets a vote, if you vote that you don't want someone, that'll be minus one for that person):

Narcissa Black: 21

Bellatrix Black: 23

Patil Twins (both): 26

Gabrielle Delacour (age modified): 16

Padma Patil: 10

Daphne Greengrass: 16

Pansy Parkinson: 9

Hannah Abbot: 9

Susan Bones: 11

Luna Lovegood: 6

Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Until next time! WINNERS OF CONTEST ANNOUNCED NEXT CHAPTER!

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BYE!