Edits by: MollyCoddles

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Chapter 5 – Discovered

In Harry and Ginny's tent, they hosted a meeting with Remus, Tonks, Moody, Hermione and Ron. Using the Pensieve, Harry revealed the Dark Lord's hideout Fidelius Charm with a memory he skimmed from Voldemort. After everyone in the room had the charm revealed, he started to make a map of the hideout.

Moody motioned towards the Pensieve. "Do you mind if I share this with everyone else here in the camp?"

After pausing to think, Harry replied, "That should not be a problem. Yes, please do. I just don't want anyone to find out outside of this camp until the plan is complete, or he may place a new Fidelius Charm on the hideout."

Harry explained to everyone, "We will only get one chance to break in and wreak havoc on their hideout. Our primary goal is to eliminate the snake, Nagini. Our second goal is to kill Voldemort. Third is rescuing other prisoners, and lastly is kill or capture as many Death Eaters as possible. Since we have no place to detain them, we will have to create a detention camp somewhere to hold them."

Harry pointed to the detention cells in the dungeon of the hideout. "This is where we are going to Portkey into. This was Ginny's cell and it will only hold a few people at a time, so we have to make one Portkey for every four people."

"We will be using these for communications." Harry pulled a fleshy-looking ear out of his pocket. "They are magical communication devices where we can talk and listen to many people at once."

Ron looked shocked. "Hold on! These look like Extendable Ears without as much string."

Giving a smile and a shrug, Harry explained, "The twins made these too. They are doing good business all over the world. The Canadians gave me a box of these with instructions on how to keep the communications secure." He asked Ron, "Would you like to take charge of these?"

Ron casually took them, analyzing his brothers' handiwork.

They spent a few more hours starting the planning the first offensive attack of the war.

A few days later, Harry's lessons with Moody were interrupted when a feline Patronus bounded into Harry's body, delivering him a message. In his head, he heard Professor McGonagall sternly requiring that he flame to the Owlery at Hogwarts with Fawkes.

Noticing the Patronus, Moody growled, "What does she want?"

Shaken by the notable irritation in the message, Harry answered, "I'm not sure, but I have to go see her immediately." Harry called out, "Fawkes."

Upon the phoenix's arrival, Harry asked, "Would you please take me to the Hogwarts Owlery?"

Fawkes replied an affirmative by bobbing his head up and down. After grabbing Fawkes' tail feathers, they flamed over to the castle.

McGonagall was there and she was enraged. Harry doesn't remember her being this mad at him since he and Ron flew the car to school and damaged the Whomping Willow. "I assume that this is your bird!" Professor McGonagall fumed as she pointed to Hedwig preening herself on a perch not far away.

Forgetting about the Headmistress's anger, Harry called out, "Hedwig? Is that you?" She flew to his shoulder and started nipping at his ear. A note was grasped in one of her talons.

The Headmistress continued her tirade. "You, of all people, should know better than to send out an owl to deliver and receive messages! Your owl is very distinctive and now probably has a tracking charm on her."

With a wave of his wand, Harry cast a magic detection charm that confirmed her suspicions. Harry's ears and cheeks turned red with embarrassment as he realized his fault.

"Great! Now the Ministry will definitely be coming here." McGonagall yelled. "Potter, everyone has worked very hard to keep our nose clean, and you ruined it all. Surely the Ministry and Death Eaters will soon be arriving here. It won't be long after that they will discover the camp; Fidelius Charm or not.

"Remove that tracking charm and get out of here. I have to figure out how I am going to clean up your mess!"

Harry cast the Finite Incantatem spell that removed the tracking charm from his owl. He gestured to Fawkes who flew over and flamed them back to the tent.

When he arrived, Ginny yelled, "Where have you been?" Noticing Hedwig, she took the owl and the message she carried.

Harry was still flushed when he answered, "Hedwig was tracked to Hogwarts, and McGonagall just finished giving me one of her notorious lectures."

Hermione and Ron walked into the tent just then. Hermione said, "There you are. What did the Headmistress want?"

"She wanted me to pick up Hedwig from Hogwarts' Owlery," Harry replied.

"Ooo, that was a good idea. We wouldn't have wanted the Ministry to find her on one of their inspections. Could you imagine how much trouble you would be in if you actually sent her off on a delivery?"

Harry avoided eye contact as he explained, "Erm… I did send her out on a delivery."

Hermione was shocked. "No, Harry! That was stupid. What if she was seen and tracked? THINK! The whole Ministry is after you."

Ginny just finished reading the letter and growled. She handed the letter to Harry and started pacing.

As Harry read the letter, Ron asked Ginny, "Who is the letter from?"

She snapped, "Mum."

Ron sighed, "That was a bloody brilliant idea: sending a letter to Mum."

Hermione stomped in frustration. "Stupid!"

Ginny snapped, "Alright, Hermione, we get it! You must realize that Harry and I both had been missing and thought dead. On top of that, we were married. Mum needed to know that we were alright."

She sighed deeply. Seeing that Harry was still engrossed in the letter, she continued, "We trusted Hedwig would be smart enough to stay away from trouble after we told her to."

Folding her arms, Hermione asked Harry, "Well? What's the damage?"

Harry looked up from the letter and answered, "She seems glad that we are alive and well, but she is very bitter that we didn't get married in a proper way at a proper time in our lives. Bill, Fleur, and Dad are all alright."

Ron sighed. "That is good to know."

"No!" Hermione snapped. "What is the damage caused by sending Hedwig out?"

"Oh," Harry said. He looked away as he nervously said, "When she arrived at Hogwarts, she already had a Tracking Charm cast on her. Professor McGonagall is furious with me at the moment."

Hermione growled under her breath as she cast a Revealing Charm on Hedwig herself. It only showed that the Tracking Charm had been removed. There was no other magic still affecting Hedwig.

Harry handed the letter to Ron to read.

Ginny huffed, "I can't believe her! She is blindly angry that we got married to barely care that we are alive and well. She still thinks that we should wait to see if we are truly in love."

Hermione noted, "Of course you are in love. That is the magic of the betrothal. She must have realized."

"What?" Ron, Harry and Ginny said at once.

Hermione gave them an exasperated look as she explained. "When the girls were plotting in the library to enchant Harry with a love potion, I borrowed the book on love magic to figure out how to undo it. Just as Professor Slughorn said, there is no true love potion. The book said that the closest thing that comes to it is a pre-adolescent magical betrothal. The longer the betrothal, the happier the couple would be with each other. Since Ginny was betrothed when she was just an infant, Harry and she must be… like soul mates.

"See, betrothals in the magical world are nothing like they are in the Muggle world. Pure blood families have been using them for centuries to make sure that their blood would remain pure. I have no doubt Draco is probably betrothed."

"Oh, there's a pleasant thought. I would hate to think who the unlucky witch is. I wouldn't even wish that on Millicent Bulstrode." Ron remarked.

With a pained look, Ginny added, "Yeah, I would commit suicide, if I was stuck with him for the rest of my life."

Rolling her eyes, Hermione corrected them with an exasperated tone. "There is another safeguard in the magical betrothal that prevents unwanted marriages. Sometime after puberty, the parents of the other have to confirm the betrothal by accepting him or her as a part of their family. Obviously, Harry has been treated as part of the Weasley's ever since he first visited the Burrow."

Ginny's eyes went wide with understanding.

Harry asked, "Ginny, since when have the Dursleys ever accepted you?"

Shaking her head, she explained, "Not the Dursleys… Sirius. It was sort of awkward being that you were seeing Cho and I was seeing Michael at the time, but he pulled me to the side and told me to be patient with you. He noticed how you were looking at me, and said that James did the same thing to Lily. He also said that you would come around, and that he would love to have me as his daughter-in-law."

Ron looked sick. "That does sound awkward. Don't you feel hurt that you have been scammed with love magic against your will? I feel that Harry's dad stole my baby sister from my family."

Ginny wrapped her arm around Harry and leaning her head into him, she said, "I'm happy with how it worked out."

Hermione assured Ron, "Really it was brilliant. Lily and James must have known about the prophecy at that point, and they made sure that Harry would have the unknown power to defeat Voldemort."

"Come to think of it," Harry said. "I do remember that on the way back from the winter break was when I first saw you as more than just my best friend's little sister. I had to struggle with that for a whole year. I just didn't realize that my attraction to you was romantic until I saw you and Dean sucking each other's lips off in the hidden passage."

Trying to change the nauseating subject, Ron brought up a point. "We need to plan how we are going to deal with the tracking charm. We are on the verge of being discovered and the full moon is tomorrow." He asked Hermione, "Can werewolves get us through the Fidelius Charm over at Camp Padfoot?"

Hermione looked a bit panicked as she replied, "Yes, in their transformed state, werewolves behave as normal animals. In other words, the camp is open to attack from any non-human."

Ginny was ignoring Hermione and Ron and giving Harry an inquisitive look.

Harry asked Hermione, "So what are the most likely creatures Voldemort and the Ministry would use to find and attack us here in the forest?"

Thinking deeply, she answered, "Dementors and werewolves are the most probable."

Ron suggested, "Why don't we all pack up the camp and relocate somewhere else?"

Hermione retorted, "Where are we going to go? And one day to move the whole camp without being detected is impossible. Especially since most of us are wanted criminals."

Ginny was going to ask something, but Harry quickly added, "Then we should move the young and defenseless first. We have to do something. The threat is real. We should take this seriously."

Ginny asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Hermione and Ron both gave her a puzzled look, while Harry just rolled his eyes. Harry explained, "I couldn't just move in on my dorm mate's girl. Let's not mention the fact that it could possibly cause me problems with Ron. Besides, you looked perfectly happy in his arms." He ended with a grimace as he thought of Dean Thomas.

Ron asked Ginny, "Could we stay on subject?"

She replied, "Bugger off Ron, this is important."

Ron and Hermione shared a tired look as Harry buried his face in his hands.

Later that afternoon, Harry discovered it was not easy to convince the inhabitants of Camp Padfoot of the necessity to leave. Instead of pressing the issue, he decided on training whoever he could to defend themselves. After going over the Patronus Charm with everyone, Harry started to teach a variation of the Banishing Spell which moves the object with a very high speed. Passing out silver Sickles to everyone, he asked that they try to banish the coins into the board. Tonks stormed over to Harry as he was teaching and screamed at him, "What are you doing?"

Harry explained, "We are learning how to defend ourselves."

She fumed. "You are teaching them to kill werewolves! Werewolves are real people."

Harry replied, "I know they are real people. And when these real people are all put in the same place to attack a camp, they are deadly."

With tears rolling down her cheeks she pleaded, "Apprehend, don't kill!"

He promised her, "We will only attack with the silver coins if a pack of werewolves are attacking. I promise that individual werewolves will be captured and detained until they transform in the morning. The threat is a possible coordinated attack of multiple werewolves.

"When all of the werewolves are attacking at once, it is because the individuals consciously chose to use their deadly forms to kill people… to kill us."

Harry's face softened as he continued, "I know how you feel about werewolves, and you must believe me when I say I agree with you. I consider him my surrogate dad, and I care for him deeply. Mum, Dad and Sirius would have wanted that. Where is he going tomorrow night?"

Tonks hugged him tightly as she said, "I have learned how to make the Wolfsbane Potion. Just for safety, I am chaining him up in the tent."

Harry hugged her back and promised, "I'll watch out for him and keep him safe."

Stepping back, she replied, "No need. I never sleep those nights anyways. It is just something you do when you are in love with him."

He gave her a sad grin. "Fine, I'll watch over both of you then. He is a lucky man to have you, Tonks."

The next day, Harry was working on his conditioning when Moody gruffly commanded him, "Harry, grab your wand." Harry sensed that Moody's foul mood was especially bad this morning. After Moody's sparing pushed Harry to his limit, he asked to stop. Panting hard, Harry asked, "What's gotten into you?"

Moody spat, "McGonagall was arrested this morning at the castle."

Confused, Harry asked, "What for?"

"Withholding information and protecting you. They tracked Hedwig to the castle, and today they are searching the castle from top to bottom looking for you and your wife, all because of your idiotic delivery. The only thing that is stopping them from entering the forest is Umbridge's fear of the centaurs. It won't be long till they find us, thanks to you," Moody spat.

Harry turned and started back to his tent. Moody asked, "Where are you going?"

Harry turned back and answered, "I quit. I'm done for the day. I'm going to take a nap to prepare to stand guard tonight."

"Did you get those Portkeys done?" Moody inquired.

"Yes, sir, I did them this morning. Why?" Harry asked back.

Moody answered, "After today, we may find ourselves on the run, and we won't get another chance to complete this."

Harry gave a nod of understanding and a tired wave before continuing back to his tent.

He woke up a few hours later to the strawberry scent of red hair and his wife's bright brown eyes. "Get up Harry, it is nearly dusk and Dobby made us a light dinner."

Harry cast a See-Thru Charm on the ceiling of the tent to figure out just how much time he had. From the light in sky, he figured no more than 20 minutes. He swung his feet to the floor and noticed Ginny's gaping mouth.

She asked, "Could you teach me that spell? That was wicked."

As he headed to the loo, he answered, "Sure, but right now, we have to get ready." He thought to himself, "She is gorgeous! I love waking up this way. I should have married her earlier."

When Harry made his way to the dining table to eat, Ginny walked out of the office carrying an armload of supplies. He asked her, "What is all of this?"

Ginny answered, "Shield hats, night vision glasses, Sneakoscope, tangle ropes, thermal alarms, potion belts, chocolate…" she continued as she unloaded her arms onto the table.

"Wow, you gathered all of this up yourself?"

She answered, "Well, I had a little help from Mr. Minister."

"You talked with the Director of the Canadian MLE?"

She shrugged, "Yes, his face came up in the mirror when I was sitting at your desk."

With a concerned look, Harry asked, "How do we know you weren't listened in upon by the Death Eaters or the Ministry?"

Matter-of-factly, she answered, "The words 'SECURED COMMUNICATIONS' were flashing on the bottom of the mirror. Apparently it is directly linked to the Magical Mounties office in Ottawa."

"What did you tell them?"

She gave him a concerned look as she answered, "Everything. They are on our side, aren't they?"

Harry looked unsure. "I don't know for sure. They do have an agenda to use me as a weapon to kill Voldemort."

She nodded as she added, "Yeah, they definitely are expecting you to face him. At least they gave you all of this." She motioned around the tent.

Harry gathered up the supplied and headed out into the camp. With the help of Ron and Hermione, he set out the thermal alarms, and set them to alert when the temperature starts to drop drastically. The intention is that any Dementor coming near the camp will set off the alarms giving a little more time to react.

Harry, Ron and Hermione spit up guarding different sides of the camp. Harry sat at the edge of the Fidelius Charm boundary on a stump waiting for the darkness to come. Ginny approached him. Noticing his worried look, she hugged him and asked, "Are you scared?"

He shrugged and replied, "Yeah, but not for myself. Everyone here is in danger because of me. Professor McGonagall went to prison because of me. Soon, this camp will be destroyed because of me. I have seen too much death because Voldemort's obsession with me. So, yeah, I am feeling pretty bad for the predicament that everyone here is in."

She gave him a sympathetic look. "Sweetheart, it isn't your fault that no one here listened to you. We could just pack up the tent right now. With the Fidelius Charm stakes, we could hide in Umbridge's back yard and still not be found."

Still sad, Harry said, "You're right, but everyone else here in the camp will still be here and in danger. I can't leave because of them. They need me."

With her warm concerned eyes, she considered him. "That is not all; is it?"

He gave her another short look of desperation. "No, there is more. Voldemort seems to be overcoming the effects of love quicker than I expected. He is getting stronger again. It is like everything is coming to a head, and I'm not sure if I'm ready to face him. If love is this power he doesn't understand, then it is inevitable that we will battle soon, whether I'm ready or not; whether I want to or not."

Harry gazed into her comforting eyes. "I am scared. I am scared I'm going to fail, and everyone will die; again, because of me."

She hugged him tight. "Don't worry, about the 'what if's.' All we can do is do the best we can with the here and now. Yeah, we made a mistake by sending out Hedwig, but that is in the past. It is just like Quidditch, if you make a mistake, shrug it off and do better next time."

She pulled back to get a better look into his eyes. "As for Voldemort; what comes, comes. You are ready. You just have to believe in yourself." She kissed him. "I love you Harry. I believe in you."

She started to get up, but Harry held her hand. "Ginny, I just want you to know. I have made a will and left it with the Goblins at Gringotts. If I don't make it, you should know that this last week has been the best days of my life and I feel my life is now complete."

Tears started to streak down her cheeks. "Don't say that! You will survive. You have to survive. We don't even have children yet, and I need you." She hugged him tightly. "Don't talk like that."

Harry patted her on the back and held her. "Don't worry, I'm done making fatalistic comments for now. I just felt you should know." Gently caressing her chin, he turned her face to look in to her eyes. "Ginny, I love you. I love you today and forever." Feeling that the words were still lacking, he slowly leaned in and kissed her. He willed kiss to convey the true depth of his emotions for her. He seemed to have lost track of time when they pulled apart. Even when they weren't kissing, he seemed lost in her bright brown eyes.

A faint snap of a twig, deep in the forest, broke his attention. Harry pretended not to notice. "Ginny, could you go to the tent and bring me a cup of tea?"

She glared at him suspiciously. She left Harry, not to get him tea, but to check on the others.

Harry's suspicions were confirmed when a few minutes later he spotted a werewolf a hundred meters through the trees. When the werewolf spotted him, he let out a chilling howl. Instead of rushing for the attack, the werewolf slowly paced back and forth.

A few minutes later, Harry noticed more twigs snapping. This time, they were coming from all around him and the camp. The silence was broken when the Sneakoscope shrilled to life. Immediately, the thermal alarms on all sides of the camp roared to life. Not only did they have werewolves to fight but also Dementors at the same time.

Harry immediately conjured his happy thought, Ginny. "Expecto Patronum!" He cast his stag Patronus from his wand, which immediately found target close by. Without missing a beat, he picked out one of the charging werewolves and Banished the Sickle into its chest. As soon as the silver Sickle lodged into its chest the beast fell to the ground and transformed back into a woman gasping for her last breaths.

A flood of werewolves were charging at him. The alarms brought camp residents out of there tents into the thick of the battle. Patronusses he had never seen were swooping around the camp to fend off the black-cloaked creatures of death. Sickles were flying around and past him. Even with all of this, the tide of enemies seemed to be over-taking them.

Flicking two Sickles into the air with his left hand, Harry flicked his wand with his right, sending the coins simultaneously into two separate beasts.

A large werewolf, with a grey ridge of hair running from the top of his head down his back, focused on Harry and rushed to attack. He rushed so fast, Harry had no time to react. Harry was thrown three meters from where he stood. A large bleeding gash stretched across his back. Harry noticed when he landed, his pocket of Sickles scattered across the ground. With a flick of his wand, he shot three of the fallen Sickles at the grey-maned werewolf that attacked him. With quick reflexes the werewolf managed to avoid two of the coins, yet the third impacted his forehead with such force, his head exploded with blood.

Harry barely registered the results of the shot, before his head started screaming with pain and he relived Dumbledore's death, with the voice of Snape screaming "Avada Kedavra."

Harry had fainted and the attacking Dementor lowered its hood to kiss him. Before the Dementor was able to complete the kiss, a large lion Patronus attacked the Dementor, sending it flying away.

When Harry regained consciousness, the battle was still in progress. He quickly sat up and looked around. Through his intense headache, he looked around the battle to see what he could do.

The camp did well against the werewolves, but the mere numbers of Dementors were taxing the abilities of the Patronusses cast. Harry started to re-cast his Patronus when he heard a familiar scream that brought a lump into his throat.

He turned around to see Ginny passed out and a Dementor leaning over her with its hood pulled back. Not knowing what came over him, Harry didn't cast the Patronus Charm as he should have done. He instead cast, "Amoris Copus." A gold, white light shot out his wand and directly at the Dementor.

The Dementor wasn't fazed by the spell but continued to perform the kiss. As the white-gold light struck him, it screeched with an unearthly sound. The spell transformed the creature of darkness into one of light. Love, hope and warmth radiated from its body. Harry could hear phoenix song and saw Fawkes flying around.

Ginny opened her eyes to see the angel-like creature gazing down at her as it floated away.

The new love-enriched Dementor swooped about, attacking the other Dementors.

Noticing Harry's use of the spell, Ron and Hermione each tried the spell turning two other Dementors into the angelic form.

Pitted against all of the Patronusses and the three turned Dementors, the creatures of dark retreated from the battle and left the forest. The last of the werewolves were quickly destroyed, ending the battle.

Harry ran over to Ginny and held her tight. "Are you all right?"

Holding equally tight to him, she answered, "Yeah, I'm fine. What was that? All I remember was feeling cold and hearing your voice telling me that you wanted to break off our relationship at the funeral. Suddenly everything changed. Warmth spilt over me, and a flood of happy memories involving you started swimming around my head."

Harry struggled with fear as he explained, "A Dementor was going to kiss to you. I cast the Amoris Copus spell at it, and it turned into that angelic like Dementor that you saw. I'm so glad you are all right." Harry shuddered as he thought of the fear that had just racked him.

"Harry, you shouldn't have used that spell. You had no idea what it would do, or even if it would work." She chastised him.

He tried to explain, "I don't know what happened, it occurred all so fast. I didn't think. I just followed my instincts. You are right, I didn't know what to expect from that spell on the Dementor, but I did know it would harm the creature. Like Inferi, Dementors were created with Dark Magic."

Ginny pulled back from the embrace, "We should go see if anyone needs help."

Harry started to sway. That is when she noticed that there was blood on her arms from Harry's back. "Harry! You're injured." She sat him down and gave him some Blood Replenishing potion. "Hermione! Tonks! Help!" She needed someone who could heal the gash in his back, since she didn't know how.

"Harry, you have a large cut in your back. You are going to be all right, but you have to do what I say. Lay down on your stomach." Harry followed his wife's orders and lay down on the ground.

Using the Diffindo Charm, Ginny carefully cut his cloak and robes off his back, exposing the wound.

Hermione arrived wide eyed, fearing the worse. "What's wrong?"

Ginny explained, "Harry about passed out from blood loss. I gave him Blood Replenishment Potion, but I need you to heal the wound."

Hermione looked at the large gash in Harry's back. "This is too big and deep. We should wait for a healer."

Ginny retorted, "There are no healers. All he has is you. I know you can do this. Please Hermione, try."

Reluctantly, Hermione nodded, "Fine, but this will take a while. Harry, you are going to feel some pain while I clean out the wound."

Harry nodded in acknowledgement.

Carefully, Hermione cast a special wound cleansing spell. She could tell Harry was in pain, but he was handling it fairly well. Working her way from one end to the other, she carefully knitted back together the cut muscle tissue and healed the skin over the top. Even though it only took her fifteen minutes to complete it felt like hours elapsed.

Astonished, Ginny said, "Hermione, you are amazing. The wound is scar-less."

Hermione explained, "The Healing Spells I used are a form of Light Magic that Dumbledore talked about. It was noted in the books that the more the healer loves the patient, the greater the effectiveness of the spell. I guess that since I'm Harry's best friend…"

As Hermione mended Harry's clothes on his back, Ginny corrected her. "You don't understand, Hermione. Even with the best healers, residual scarring is there but goes away with time. It is a very rare to completely heal like that."

Hermione smoothed out the wrinkles on his cloak with her hand inspecting her work.

Harry asked, "Are you finished?"

"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed. "I forgot that you were conscious for that. I usually knock Ron out with a heavy Pain Relief Potion first. You didn't move or complain once. Yes, you can get up. Most of the pain will go away by the morning, but it will still be tender for the next few days. I suggest that you should try to sleep on your side or your stomach until it gets better."

Harry sat up and rolled his shoulder and stretched back in different ways.

"No, don't do that. It isn't fully healed yet, you'll aggravate it." Hermione chastised him.

Harry told her, "It must not only be the scarring, but everything else too. There is no pain. It was like I never had an injury to start." He gave her a hug. "Thank you. I love you too." He asked Ginny, "Are you done with me?"

Ginny carefully scrutinized the rest of him and asked, "Do you feel any other pain or discomfort?"

He gave her a tired look. Not wanting to lie to his wife, he answered, "Just my head where I hit it against the ground. But really, it is nothing." He pointed to the side of his head which was showing some signs of bruising.

Hermione stepped up close to him and looked at the extent of the bump. After performing a quick spell, she said, "That should do for now. I'll look at it in the morning."

Harry gave her an incredulous look. "It feels as good as new. You really don't give yourself enough credit. I doubt there will be anything to heal in the morning."

Ginny told him, "You can go now. Thank you for being obedient. Someone has to look after you." She gave him a kiss to further express her appreciation.

After turning the tables on them and making sure they were alright, Harry walked around the camp looking for others who need help.

Harry was astonished how few injuries there where among the inhabitants of the camp. Only one person died and that was from a Dementor's kiss. Harry only knew the woman from passing by her occasionally.

When checking in on Tonks. Harry talked with her for a while. "You know what this means don't you?"

Tonks somberly replied, "Yes, they now know where we are."

He added, "The real battle will be in the morning when we have to face the Ministry. Are you sure there is no way we can move everyone tonight?"

Tonks answered, "I can't pack up and go until my werewolf transforms back to himself in the morning. By then it would be too late.

"You could ask others, but where would they go? Moving this whole camp of people will definitely attract some attention. We have no choice but to stay. You four should go on."

He corrected her. "No, I can't leave you, Remus and everyone else in the camp, especially when this was my fault. I'll just have to…" Harry held a vacant look as he pondered the dilemma.

Tonks looked at him with a puzzled expression. "What are you thinking?"

A few more seconds passed before Harry exclaimed, "Yes, it could work. It definitely would change everything."

"What?" Tonks asked again.

He looked at her, "Tonight. We'll do it tonight." He was queasy when he considered it, but he knew it was the only logical answer.

With wide eyes, she replied, "No, were not fully prepared. We don't have the make-shift hospital set-up, and there are no contingency plans in place. What makes you want to go tonight?"

Minutes later, Harry was in front of the whole camp explaining his plan. "The time is now. We must make our offensive tonight. If we succeed in our goals, it would definitely change the conflict with the Ministry we are facing in the morning. Hopefully it will prevent the conflict all together, giving us enough time to move somewhere else. Without Voldemort's backing, the Ministry would rethink before attacking us. It may even create dissent amongst the ranks."

He looked around the crowd of anxious faces and saw no visible support. The shock and stress from the battle was still fresh in their minds. "It doesn't matter. I'm going tonight. It is just something I have to do. If you want to help, meet me back here. I'm leaving in an hour."

Harry briskly walked to his tent to prepare.

Minutes later, Harry about ran into Ginny as she rushed into the tent. Harry was carrying an arm-load of equipment and supplies and leaving the tent.

Ginny asked, "Where are you going?"

Harry explained, "I'm taking all this to Tonks. She can't go with me because of Remus, but she offered to run the command center portion of the operation. If you help her, you would know up to the moment that I am still alive." He paused and closed his eyes. "It would be comforting if I could hear your voice."

She responded, "You're going to hear my voice, but I'm not helping Tonks. I'm going with you."

Harry almost dropped everything. "No, it will be dangerous. You could die."

She snapped back, "And you will be perfectly safe? How do you think I feel knowing that my husband is going to take a stand against the most feared wizard in the world?" She let it sink in for a bit. "Besides, if you fail, my life expectancy will be measured in days anyways. This way we can take care of each other."

"Fine," Harry huffed. To himself, he was actually pleased that she would be joining him. He stormed out of the tent with his arm-full of supplies.

When he returned to the tent, Dobby was serving pumpkin juice and snacks to Ron, Hermione and Ginny. All three of them were dressed in comfortable black clothes. Hermione and Ginny had their hair braided and pinned up on their head.

Hermione pulled out two potions from her bag. "These are replacement potions for your belt."

Harry took the potions and slid them into the empty holders. "You two don't have to go with us."

Ron corrected him, "Yes, we do. We're best mates, and this is what we do."

Harry suddenly remembered the conversation they had two years ago when they chose to go off to the ministry. He figured that he couldn't dissuade them from their decision.

Harry excused himself to the office. When he returned, he was wearing a new battle uniform and carrying two large bags. He dropped the bags and called Dobby.

Dobby anxiously bowed to him, "Master, you called?"

Harry stepped closed and gave him a hug. "You are a good house elf, Dobby. Please help Tonks with anything she needs when we're gone."

Dobby's face was wracked with worry.

Ginny passed a scornful look at Harry before telling Dobby, "Don't worry Dobby. We'll be back. Please have some medical supplies ready, but I promise you we will be returning."

Dobby gave her a dubious yet grateful smile before disappearing.

Ginny turned and caught Hermione's approving smile. "We should get going, it is about time."

When they arrived at the center of the camp, Harry was shocked at what he saw. Of all the inhabitants he addressed earlier, most of them were still there. When Harry approached, they all started to clap.

Ginny quietly explained to him, "After you left, Moody and I talked to all of them."

Harry walked up to the old Auror and asked, "Are you still with me?"

Alastor Moody nodded his scarred face. "Yes, lad. I'm still with you. It doesn't mean I'm happy, but I will follow wherever you lead us."

Harry handed him a roll of parchment on a clipboard. "As I hand out the Portkeys, could you record who is what team and assign them a function and name?"

Alastor pulled out a self-inking quill and accepted the clipboard.

Harry stood up on top of a box to address everyone. "Thank you everyone for coming and assisting with this offensive. We need to group up in small teams of three to four people. All of you on a team will share a Portkey that will take you to a detention cell at Voldemort's hideout. There you will quickly step out of the cell to allow the next team to arrive. Out of your team, one person should be the leader and another should be a communicator. There will be four types of teams and each type will have a function. Red teams will provide security and cover fire. We have to quietly secure certain hallways and prevent detection.

"Green teams will have the goal of creating mayhem and creating diversions.

"Blue teams will be responsible for search and rescue. They will also be responsible for extracting the wounded.

"The Brown team is Hermione, Ron, Ginny and I. We will be responsible for the primary goals of the mission.

"Ron will have the ultimate command decision. Tonks will be second in command and will be directing everything from here at camp. Moody will be third in command and is responsible for making sure that everyone makes it back.

"After you have created your group, please see Moody and get registered. I will hand you a Portkey. Ron will hand out a map and instructions. Hermione will hand out the communicator and cast the spell that would only allow it work four one of you.

"Tonks will give the commands. Her title on the communicator will be 'Controller'.

"Everyone realize that this may be our only shot to stop Voldemort and the corrupt Ministry. Remember what we are doing this for. We are fighting for our families and the many other families in the world to live a safe, peaceful life. Let's go bring the fight to him."

They quickly finished the preparation, and Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione were just outside of the Fidelius Charm, each holding onto the Portkey. With his other hand, Harry touched his wand to the Portkey and gave it the command, "To victory!" They were whisked out of sight.