The Second Turn of the Wheel of the World's End – In the Devil's Lair

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HARRY

Day by day, Harry watched… Scrimgeur fight against shadows. Kept his policy of arresting innocent people… Too proud to admit he didn't know where to look for Voldemort. For the Order of Phoenix, though, they bid their time. They were making preparations yet. Thus they still kept the War on the basis of aggressions only.

It was all a matter of planning. Voldemort would attack, and his main challenge was to do it in a way Dumbledore wouldn't be able to predict. And Dumbledore's problem… Was exactly to predict to lessen the deaths. But Dumbledore is no Seer. And even if he was, he is lucid enough to understand that Prophecies never won any war. Voldemort himself almost lost this war because of one. And it was Dumbledore's opinion that Riddle's greatest weakness was related to Trelawney's Prophecy… It was his wish to kill Harry.

Harry on his part was ready. Harry felt ready. Harry was willing… More than willing he was wishing for his chance to finish this. He wanted to stop the killings… He wanted to stop the suffering… He wanted Draco out of risk. He wanted to crash the skull of the son of a bitch who had killed his parents, who almost took his godfather too… The same motherfucker who tortured Draco and Snape on a weekly basis. Harry stopped that train of thought, Draco must have rubbed off on him.

He shook himself out of his reverie. He knew that wasn't the right moment to think about all this. He needed to focus. They, a small group of members of the Order, were quietly watching the empty Hogsmead. They had evacuated the little town hours before, as soon as they got Snape's letter. Dumbledore had insisted in not letting him go, but Harry made a point of going. Hogsmead was a target because of Harry, because the Death Eaters thought he was there, and that was why Harry knew he had to be there.

Sometimes he thought Dumbledore stood on the way, for this war was his as much as it was anyone else's. It was his place to be there. And there he waited until he heard the voice.

Potter. It was a voice in his head. Snape's Legimency reaching out for him.

Snape. HE is not with you lot then. Harry answered already knowing it was the truth. Snape never talked in their minds when Voldemort was near. Too risky.

No, he is not. Neither is Draco. We are in 10 divided in 3 groups. 3 on the left, 3 to the right and 4 on the north heading to the center of the city. Tell the others and plan the attack. I gather the assigned leader is Shacklebolt, right? Take the lead. It is an easy win and you need to show power to the Dark Lord. Dumbloedore's is his match but it is you that he fears the most. Use this fear. As he spoke to Harry's mind Snape sent images, details and coordinates.

Thanks. Harry said as he sent one more image through the link. Sirius face and his location.

Good Luck, boy. Said the older man and ended the connection. As soon as it happened Harry's mind started to plot and plan and with hand gestures and a commanding attitude that would make the Headmaster proud, he subtly took the lead.

Macnair was the leader of the group on the north. Snape lead the group to the left and the last group was headed by Crabbe senior.

Harry knew they were fewer in numbers but other than the leaders, the Death Eaters didn't seen poise a threat. Sirius had been alone observing from inside the village. Harry trusted the man to deal with Snape's group.

Shacklebolt went to the right with Tonks, while he, Harry, and Lupin took care of Macnair.