Ok, Here's the next chapter, there is a little bit of death in this chapter so be warned.
KPmagus: just wanted to answer your question .Garbe is just a Deatheater I made up, Crabbe and Goyle are still around. I just needed one of my own for the story.
Harry gaped at Jessica for a second, had he looked he would have noticed Sirius' face held a similar expression.
"What's going on?" a sleepy voice asked from behind them.
Harry turned to Ron, who had wondered into the backyard, still clad in his pajama's looking like he had just rolled out of bed. Which, Harry thought, he probably had.
"There's an attack at the Ministry. We have to get there right away. Sirius you round up the others and tell them what's happened. Jessica and I will head to the battle. Ron you should probably just go back into the house and wait to hear from someone." Harry commanded in short crisp tones as he transformed into his Mystic Knight costume. Sirius immediately went off to do as instructed but Ron remained rooted to his spot.
"WHAT?" Ron roared fuming. "IF YOU THINK I'M JUST GONNA SIT AROUND THE HOUSE WHILE YOU ALL GO OFF AND RISK YOUR LIVES, YOU'VE GOT ANOTHER THING COMING." His face was beet red as he repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fists trying to rein in his temper. "They're my family, and you are like a brother to me, please I have to help."
Harry sighed and shook his head lightly, but before he could refuse Ron's plea Jessica stepped up to him and whispered quietly in his ear. He nodded in response before shimmering away.
Ron shot Jessica a confused look, what had she told Harry?
"Do you really want to help?" she questioned, giving him one chance to back out. When the redhead nodded she held out her hand to him, "Then let's go."
Hesitatingly he grabbed her hand. In the blink of an eye he was standing in front of a dark forest. Taking a minute to get his bearings he looked around realizing that he wasn't at the Ministry like he believed he would be.
"Wait a minute, what am I doing back at Hogwarts?" he questioned looking nervously at the dark forest in front of him.
"You said you wanted to help, didn't you? I need you to go deep into the forbidden forest and find Moondance, Kiara, and Shire. Tell them we need their help at the Ministry of Magic and to bring the others with them." Jessica stated.
"Are you mad, remember your prediction a while ago; me, forbidden forest, running for my life any of this registering with you."
She gave him a cool stare and crossed her arms in annoyance, "Of course I remember I'm not stupid. You said you wanted to help, this is important. If you can't handle it, I'll take you back to the Burrow and waste time myself coming back here when I could be helping Harry and the others. Your choice."
"Alright, I'll go. Good luck." Ron whispered with a sigh.
"You too," she said gently squeezing his shoulder before shimmering away.
"Well Ron you can do this lets go." He said to himself hesitantly stepping into the ominous forest.
Jessica arrived to a scene of absolute chaos; the Ministry building was practically destroyed and fires sprouted from some places. Curses, jinxes, and hexes flew everywhere as the fight raged on. Already in her Mystic Knight apparel she threw up a shield and went to join in the battle.
Fighting her way through the crowd she reasoned there had to be at least a couple hundred Death Eaters, close to fifty Werewolves and a handful of vampires. The light side was really outnumbered, with only a hundred and fifty or so Wizards and Witches and Aurors. Jessica hoped that the two Mystic Knights on their side would somewhat even things out.
Although she realized that she and Harry weren't miracle workers they had a better chance of leveling things out and maybe bring the light side an unexpected advantage.
Before she could go any further a Death Eater appeared in front of her blocking her progress through the crowd. Executing a perfect round house kick she knocked the Death Eater to the ground, summoned some ropes and tied him tightly to one of the few still standing columns that once held up the Ministry of Magic building. Dusting her hands off she continued to pick her way through the crowd trying to get to the middle where she saw Harry and the others had congregated and were fighting off the oppressive number of foes with some difficulty.
Although she could have just Shimmered over there, she decided to take out a few of them on the way. Thin the herd a little, it might prove to be another advantage later. Stunning another Death Eater she continued on her path, to the center of the chaos.
"Oh this is bloody brilliant!" Ron yelled as he ran through the forest, branches scratching his face and arms, and tripping over tree roots trying desperately to outrun his pursuers. "Why did I ever agree to this?"
He knew he didn't stand a chance though, after all these were huge spiders that used the trees to leap great distances and ran a lot faster then him. And although he knew it was coming, and that it was liable to happen at any given moment, Ron was not looking forward to running into Aragog.
Stumbling into a clearing he fell to his knees in exhaustion, sighing sadly in defeat as the giant spiders surrounded the edge of the clearing in all directions, trapping him in the middle of their circle.
"Who goes there?"
Ron's head snapped up at the soft and dangerous voice. Breathing heavily he stood up and wiped the sweat from his face.
Sounding more confident then he felt Ron answered politely remembering that Harry had told him magical creatures responded better to that, "Ronald Weasley, Hogwarts student from the Gryffindor house."
Silence reined for a few minutes and Ron glanced around the clearing looking for the humongous spider that had spoken to him. He remembered that voice well, it could only be Aragog. On the other side of the clearing stood a huge tree with a hollowed out trunk, there was no doubt in his mind that that was where the spider was housed. His suspicions were confirmed when Aragog exited the tree and with amazing speed crossed the clearing to stand right in front of him.
"You have returned," he whispered, "Why?"
Standing tall and trying to hide his trembling hands Ron stared the creature in the eye, "I came back into the forest to search for the Fire Wolf known as Moondance. My journey was hindered when your…children ambushed me and led me here. If you would be so kind to allow me leave, I must find him, it is quite urgent." Ron didn't quite know where his sudden boldness or maturity had come from, but it gave him something he desperately needed at the moment; confidence.
Aragog chuckled ruefully, "You believe I will let you go? Tell me why I should, why I should deny my children the pleasure of a good meal."
"Because if you do not allow me to continue my journey, then hundreds of innocent people will be slaughtered tonight. You-know-who has attacked the Ministry of magic, and I was sent to find Moondance so that he may bring them help."
Aragog seemed to ponder this a second, "And what concern is it of mine whether or not your people die?"
Ron's confidence had slowly leaked away as his attempts had failed, but now his temper flared. "Because like it or not you and your family are part of this world too. If you think you are immune to you-know-who's insanity then you are sadly mistaken. The Phoenixes also believed that and most of them were slaughtered. You must choose a side. Fight with us in this war and you will likely survive. But… if you oppose us, you will die."
"Voldemort will destroy you all, are you sure you fight for the right side?" Aragog roared his many legs twitching in anger.
Ron glared at the monster, "At least I have chosen one. You can destroy me, but the light will never surrender to the dark, no matter how many of us die, we will go on, good will triumph over evil. I am not asking you to join the fight literally only to stay out of our way. If you do not most of you if not all will be killed. It is your choice, but make it now; I have precious little time to waste."
Aragog stilled, and then what can only be described as a very grotesque smile flittered across his face, "I like your spirit, you have our alliance until this war has ended. But anyone who enters our forest after is fair game, deal?"
Ron too stunned to think for a moment just nodded. He couldn't believe he had just done that, his legs threatened to give out on him, but he managed to regain his composure. "Deal, thank you. Have you any Idea where I might find Moondance?"
Aragog nodded curtly, "Indeed I believe I might, I shall take you to him myself. Follow me."
Ron nodded and jogged after the giant spider, happy to finally be able to complete his mission.
CLANG, Harry brought his sword up and blocked his opponents easily. Sidestepping the Death Eaters next attack he reared back and sliced the mans throat. Watching as the Death Eater dropped his sword and grabbed his bleeding neck Harry raised his sword and plunged it through the man's heart, ending his life quickly. Although he was willing to kill, Harry was not willing to let people suffer unnecessarily.
Sensing something was going to happen from behind he whipped around blocked the downward arc of another opponent's sword. At first it had surprised him at how easily the Death Eaters had handled their swords, but then he remembered that many years ago it had been a sign of power and superiority to be able to wield a sword, and purebloods usually carried them around back then along with their wands.
Seeing as how Death Eaters were comprised of purebloods Harry realized it wasn't as surprising as he first thought.
"You will die tonight, Knight." The Death Eater snarled expertly parrying Harry's attacks, "Who taught you to use that thing, an untrained Chimp?"
"No," Harry replied ducking under his sword and rolling a few feet away, "Sadly your boss was busy at the time, I had to make do with an expert."
Rage clouded the man's eyes, "You dare insult my Lord, you shall die, slowly and painfully for that."
In his anger the man swung too wildly allowing Harry to run his own sword through the man's stomach.
Anger always clouds your mind and causes you to make a mistake, which was what Harry had been counting on when he had purposely goaded the man. Pulling the sword out Harry shook his head and moved onto the next opponent.
Bill Weasley quickly ducked behind the large slab of wall to escape the many curses being thrown at him. Breathing heavily he was slightly startled when he saw that he was not alone and that two more people were also taking cover behind it.
"Bloody Hell," he whispered not quite believing what he was seeing, as he stared as the figure, clothed in white and gold with the metallic helmet, tended to the wound of his brother George.
Shaking off his stupor he crawled over vaguely noticing that a powerful shield kept the group of Dark wizards he had been fighting at a distance.
"George, mate, are you alright?" he asked favoring his own left arm that had been hit with a slashing curse.
George nodded lightly, "Yeah, she's just going to finish up then I'll get back out there and fight. What about you, what happened to your arm?"
"Slashing curse." Came the simple answer.
Jessica, who had finished George turned to Bill, "Let me have a look." Gently taking his arm she inspected it closely. "That's not too bad," Silently thanking Greg for teaching them this particular healing trick that all Mystic Knights used; she gently placed her hand over the cut and concentrated on healing it, and in second a white light surrounded both her hand and Bill's arm. Once it cleared Bill's arm was healed and not even a scar remained. "There all better,"
Bill's mouth hung open and George grinned having seen the same thing being done to him only minutes before.
"Pretty cool uh?" he asked still grinning as Bill tried to regain his composure.
"I- I've never heard of healing magic like that," Bill whispered staring in awe at the Mystic Knight.
Jessica laughed gently and shrugged, "You wouldn't have would you. That's a Mystic Knights own brand of magical healing, we're the only ones that can do it. It doesn't heal everything but it comes in useful for minor war wounds like you guy's had. Now are you boys ready to get back out there or do you want to rest a little longer?"
The brothers glanced at each other then turned back to the Jessica the determination in their eyes telling the Gryffindor all she needed to know. Nodded curtly and smiling lightly beneath her mask she helped them up before all three leaped over the concrete slab and joined the battle once more.
Sirius and Remus fought side by side stunning Death Eaters and dodging curses thrown at them.
Pausing to dash behind a pillar as more Death Eaters ganged up on them, the waited a few moments, knowing the men would not try to follow them.
"Do you think Harry's alright?" Sirius asked Remus worriedly having already explained to the man, with Harry's help, his godson's true identity, earlier on that night.
"Somehow I think he's just fine," Remus wheezed spotting the boy in question across the ruins holding his own against three Death Eaters. "Mystic Knights are trained for this kind of thing. He may only be fifteen but he's much more powerful then us. It's us you should be worried about, I bet it's been too long for you. I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't hold your own out there." Remus teased.
Sirius grinned wolfishly having heard the challenge in his best friends' voice. Nodding Sirius jumped back into the battle determined to prove his worth.
After an hour of battle, with many causalities on both sides the light side was pushed into the middle of the fray once again. With only around fifty good Wizards left standing, against the remaining hundred death eaters and a few werewolves and vampires, despair had settled upon most of the group.
Harry and Jessica were on opposite sides of the circle holding a powerful shield erect. The Death Eaters, Vampires and Werewolves try as they might, were not able to not break through it, but with each passing second Harry and Jessica were finding it more and more difficult to keep it up.
Dumbledore sighed sadly, "We should retreat," he said to Harry wearily running his hands over his eyes, "We have lost too many to death and injuries. We stand no chance."
"Retreat now and Voldemort has already won," the Mystic Knight pointed out. "Ron will be here soon with help; I have every faith in him."
"Ron? What does Ron have to do with any of this?" Mr. Weasley asked his voice tinged with confusion and worry.
Harry answered calmly feeling the shield weaken slightly once again, "He ran an errand for me, I expect he should arrive soon. George go check on my partner please, see how she's holding up." George nodded and dashed away, not bothering to ask how The Mystic Knight had known his name.
"How do you know Ron, I don't understand." Mr. Weasley said slightly aggravated and more then a little confused.
"Patience all will be explained later I promise, as soon as we finish up here." Harry said gently. Feeling the force field waver dangerously, he frowned slightly and pushed more energy into it.
George came back panting slightly, "She says she can't hold it much longer. She was wounded slightly a while ago, but she'll, quote 'try to hold on till the Calvary gets here' end quote."
Ten minutes later Harry sighed and addressed the group behind him, "Wands at the ready," he shouted, "The shield is about to collapse."
An eerie howl pierced the air just then, and everyone turned in the direction it had resounded from.
Harry's smile lit up his whole face behind his mask as he looked at the 'Calvary'.
Ron sat astride the large Fire wolf with his wand in hand, raising his wand above his head he smiled down at the small group of light wizards, before charging towards the battle an army of Centaurs, Unicorns, and Phoenixes trailing behind him.
Well there goes another chapter I hope you enjoyed it. I think its a little longer then some of the others too. So let me know what you think.