"Voldemort," he gasped out to Dumbledore, who gave him a bemused look, his eyes twinkling madly. "He's attacking- coming threw the forbidden forest!"

He took off for the doors withot another glance, doggedly shoving anyone and everyone, teachers and students alike, and brusting threw the front doors of the castle and onto the grounds, towards the Quidditch pitch.

James ran across the field. A small army of aurors were attempting, and failing, to take down the wall of deatheaters immerging from the forest. A loud bang ran from behind him. A very familiar bang.

With a manic grin, James whiped around, and stared into the face of roughly 200 dragons. The lead dragon, an ancient looking Tiwan Fire Dragon, had no rider.

Both the deatheaters and the aurors had stopped to gaze, breathless, in terror at the monstorous creatures. James just grinned a bit wider, and jumped onto the Tiwan Fire Dragon, shouting,

"ARTURO!"

and hugging the dragon, who made a noise of affection before spitting fire at the deatheater ranks. Around her, and the majority of dragons, collosul neck, a thick band of leather held up a small circle of metal, proclaiming proudly the letters ARS.

Dumbledore arrived onto the field a second later closely trailed by the rest of the faculty, in time to see James shouting instructions into the wind, grinning like a madman.

"CHARLIE! BRING UP THE REAR!" James shouted over his shoulder, and an armada of Hungarian Horntails flew over them, spraying fire down at the deatheaters, who took off faster than a very long Texas analogy of something moving quickly.

"GET BACK HERE YOU FOOLS!" Voldemort was shouting, severely pissed off at this point. The smarter deatheaters stayed, those who would take dragons over Voldemort any day. They finally gathered thier wits enough to begin putting up shielding charms, but the ranks had still diminished considerabley. Some of the dragons, such as the Tiwan Fire Dragon and the Margo's had magical properties, broke through the charms with their fire with ease. "URGH! RETREATE!" Voldemort screamed. The deatheaters that stayed and weren't fried looked revealed as they disapperated, and the dragons let out triumphant roars into the rain. The roars sounded very amused, actually.

"Yes!" Congradulations went around on the riders as they dismounted. James and Charlie were screaming with joy at eachother, exchanging high-fives and other signs of manly triumph, and headed towards the awestruck teachers.

"Mister Weasley, I do believe you have some, ah, explaining to do." Dumbledore said in his famous kind old guy voice. Charlie shrugged.

"Not really much to explain here, Headmaster. I've been working with ARS for quite sometime now. Just don't let mum know." Charlie explained, and at his own mention of his mother his face grew full of dread.

Meanwhile, Severus was berating James as though he were four.

"YOU NEARLY GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK, YOU INSOLENT BRAT!" He was shouting at James, who stood with a bored expression.

"You're just mad cuz you were playing the deatheater role when old Arturo here attacked." James said smugly.

"Thats not- urgh!" Snape snapped and then trudged off the field. James watched him go, a small frown finding its way onto his triumphant face. Did his potions proffessor really... care about what happened to him?

The thought sent jitters down James's spine. He was worthless scum... why would Snape care if he got chewed up and spit out by the death muchers? The thought that another person being worried about him set him on edge. It was bad enough that he had Dante and the gang on his hide about his increasingly dangerous ventures, but.. Snape? And gods knew how many more teachers he had won over without realising it!

Gulping, James sped away from the ARS and towards the castle, up to the tallest of the seven towers. He needed to think!

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