"Never forget that life can only be nobly inspired and rightly lived if you take it bravely and gallantly, as a splendid adventure in which you are setting out into an unknown country, to meet many a joy, to find many a comrade, to win and lose many a battle."
-- Annie Besant

Hogwarts was in an uproar, it did not go unnoticed when a favorite DADA teacher was dragged through the corridors bloody and bruised. The fact that Aurors were the ones dragging him roughly didn't add a good effect to the scene. Girls wept silently or loudly, boys were seeking revenge, it took all the teachers to control the students.

All four houses were outraged, the Gryffindors grew angry, except a select few, and tried to throw books at the aurors, to "save" professor Amstone. The Ravenclaws tried to heal him behind the aurors back. The Slytherins were sleeking around trying to locate the culprit with blackmail, and general knowledge. The Hufflepuffs hid crying secretly because of the scene.

It would seem that this very moment would be written down in the "Hogwarts: A History". For the mutual feeling of all four houses, for the first time. Though this turned to be more of problem than a God-given miracle.

It was more difficult; for Dumbledore did not want the news of Harry to spread around that would definitely not bode well with his guardians. By the time they had Amstone far away from the castle, students rushed to their dorms to write or to share gossip and spread rumors. It was hard for Ron and Hermione to blend in with their great dislike for Professor Amstone; they spent most of the night with forced smiles or hiding in the library.

Remus was with professor Dumbledore, trying to arrange the defense teacher, it was said that Tonks would take the place of Amstone, for extra protection of the castle, being an auror, and just because she was familiar with Remus' condition. Remus was a bit stressed out, with Harry and Amstone; and then there was Sirius almost going crazy with anger at Amstone and over-protective worry for Harry. Remus prayed that they would get a little peace in the upcoming days.

Sirius on the other hands was keeping a watchful eye on Harry that night, after he got over the shock of Amstone and his sick qualities he was left to ponder the days as he watched his beloved, trouble-magnet, godson sleep. He had another regret to add to his list of failures, he trusted yet another fake and now here he was worried sick for Harry.

There were a million things he could've done to protect his godson. like check on him constantly, investigate his weird behavior that week. He had even notice the loss of happiness and enthusiasm in Harry, his bond with Harry even sensed something was off, but he ignored it. Ron and Hermione, he had once heard talking alone about Harry's depressing behavior but he didn't even check.

Why he trusted a Fudge supporter was beyond him, why was he so blind to even believe the maniac? He should have noticed the training was a hoax; he should've never let Harry go, he should've questioned even a little about the training and he would've figured out. He felt like a failure as a godfather, he let Harry down just like he let Lily and James down.

You're not playing your game again, are you?" a voice started him out of his musings. Sirius jumped and turned around to see Remus leaning on the doorway, looking a bit worn out.

"What game?" Sirius asked gruffly, a little worn out also, Remus raised an eyebrow.

"Oh I don't know. The regular game, you know, the "What If" game or the "should've, would've, could've" game." Remus said, sitting on Harry's bed, looking at someone he considered a nephew.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Sirius mumbled, looking away briefly, and then bringing his gaze on his godson. Remus chuckled wryly, as he gave the I-don't-believe-a-thing-you're-saying look.

"Sirius, I've known you for many years, and I know what games you play in you head to torture yourself with. You did it when we were in school, out of school, no doubt in Azkaban, at my house after Azkaban, and especially in Grimauld's place. I have no doubt in my mind that you're doing it right now, because you got that same look on your face, the contemplative depressed look." Remus pointed out. Sirius looked at Remus incredulously, was he really that obvious or was Remus that observant.

"Fine, I guess I have been thinking in the way you like to call "game." Why do I feel like I keep messing up with Harry, do you know how many times he's been in danger and hurt. I just don't know if I'm really qualified to be Harry's godfather. They should've picked you, you're much more responsible. Harry would be better off without me." Sirius mumbled, the next thing he felt was a slap upside the head. He glared at a very serious werewolf.

"What was that for!" he grumbled, rubbing the back of his head.

"To knock some sense into you! Everything you just said is not true in all aspects, I wouldn't be able to protect Harry, one, I'm a werewolf, two the ministry would never let me, and three James picked you for a reason, and a very good reason. You screw up, so do I, do you think that Harry running through the veil was a result of me being a responsible. I was at fault there; Harry is a smart kid, he gets by with what he puts his mind with, but we're smart enough to catch him before he kills himself. Don't even tell me that Harry would be better off without you; he practically starved himself when you left. You guys both need each other, Harry needs the love that he's been longing for so long, and you need someone to love after all those years in Azkaban." Remus said firmly.

Sirius looked at Remus, nodded gratefully, but a bit confused.

"What do you get out of all of this? Two emotional wrecks, one's an orphaned boy, almost always on a suicide mission, and one's an ex-convict with a pasts that haunts him and guilt the size of Africa." Sirius said warily, Remus just laughed quietly.

"You're so pessimistic Padfoot, I get to see the two people I love, happy, and I get a reason to live. That's to protect both of you. I thought I lost everyone Padfoot, but in a blink of an eye I got my best friend and someone who's like a nephew to me, all in one. Don't worry about me Sirius, I'm doing just fine." Remus said, getting up slowly. Sirius grabbed on his arms, and smiled warmly.

"Thanks Remus, I really needed that." Sirius said gratefully, Remus just nodded and left.

(Back to the regular POV of Harry)

(2 days later)

I started awake, sweat drenched my shirt again, and the dream was different in this one. It started out like it always did, Sirius falling through the veil, but then he didn't; he just stopped. The weirdest thing happened I walked up to him, I don't know why but I pushed him in. Sirius looked betrayed and hurt, I didn't understand why; maybe it's my subconscious saying something.

I looked at the clock and saw it was five am. Well at least my nightmare woke me up at a reasonable time. I felt like my thoughts were all jumbled up by the dream. I longed to practice my skills with the other phoenix fires, but here I was stuck in this stupid bed, like I was an invalid! Our powers really had progressed, and I was glad for that, we were having less outbursts, Hermione was more concentrated and wouldn't suddenly pull up a mind barrier for us to walk straight into when she was thinking hard. Ron no longer burned up his homework when he frustrated (that much), and I no longer had weird outbursts that caused me to float in the air.

Though I do, do the occasional shadow travel, when I feel like it. Right now felt like a good time to maybe practice just a little bit, Ron and Hermione are probably doing laps, and then are doing sword training. We were almost ready to get a badge on our robes, once we finish sword training. The phoenix fires were watching in awe as we handled our swords. My sword being especially fancy, in a way it was intimidating. When we mixed martial arts into our sword fighting it turned out awesome, and sometimes if we could we sneak in some elemental powers.

What was really great was our bond, talking in class without actually talking in class. We had mastered it to the point where we could look like we're working and talk at the same time. Well Hermione mastered it to the point where she was actually working, but Ron and I aren't that good.

Though I admit this grudgingly, Malfoy really turned it around; He was made an honorary Phoenix fire, and is in training now, which is good. Ron ignores him as much as possible, it's hard to get Ron to get over with his grudges, me and him made a truce, and we don't talk much, but we don't insult each other either.

Suddenly I saw a big ball of fire shoot in the air, and dust fly in the air quenching the fire. Obviously Ron and Hermione were practicing, was it six already. I glanced at the clock, guess so. I longed to be with my friends, maybe if I did a little training I wouldn't loose my power. I lifted my hand and used wandless magic to bring a book to me, I floated it in the air, and cause wind to circle it like and orb, I manipulated the darkness to surround it so it was a black orb, and I watched it with satisfaction.

"What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing Harry James Potter!" said a voice that seems to always walk in on my worst and most mischievous moments. I started, and lost my concentration, causing the book to fall on my head.

"Ow!" I said, rubbing my head with a pained look on my face, I looked sheepishly at Sirius, trying to look disapproving but only succeeded and laughing when the book fell on my head; he came and took the book ruffling my hair.

"Sirius!" I yelled trying to dodge his hand, my hair was messy enough! Sirius looked smug.

"Serves you right, you're lucky that Madame Pomfrey was delivering the potions or she would've added another week to your bed rest. You know you can't be using your abilities till you're fully healed, or you'll get sicker." He admonished. I ducked my head a bit, and shrugged.

"So, are you up for some breakfast!" Sirius said, cheerfully, I groaned.

"Must you torture me with your overfeeding techniques." I moaned. Sirius just rolled his eyes.

"If I didn't know you better I'd call you anorexic." He joked, he clapped his hands and a house elf appeared with breakfast. I wondered how they knew what we wanted; Sirius must've ordered a bit ago.

After we were done eating Sirius went to go do his guard duties, and check up on Remus. I was hearing that the guards were having a hard time keeping the students under control, after Amstone left the school. I was waiting till' Sirius told me about their "Revenge."

Sirius gave me a book to read, I was lazily strumming through it. It was 8:00 a.m., when Ron and Hermione came in.

They looked a little red in the face probably from running.

"You're so lucky, you don't have to train. Pyrrhus is soooo annoying!" Ron whined as he sat in a chair heavily. Hermione just sighed exasperatingly and sat down.

"Ron, would you stop complaining!" Hermione said.

"C'mon Ron, how would you like to be stuck in bed all day and no magic. I got so bored I was spinning a book in mid-air, until Sirius came in." I said, crossing my arms. Ron smirked,

"Is Ickle-Harrykins getting bored!" Ron taunted, I made a face at him.

"Oh shove it!" I replied, it was at that moment my scar started to burn, like a raging fire. I press my hand against, grunting in pain. Hermione and Ron were up close to me, by the time the pain got bearable.

"Voldemort is near, I know it, I can feel him." I said, trying to shake off the pain. Hermione and Ron looked very worried.

"Harry are you sure!" Hermione asked her voice thick with concern.

"ALL STUDENTS HEAD TO THEIR DORMS IMMEDIATELY, THE CASTLE IS UNDER ATTACK, THIS IS NOT A DRILL, AND I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!" a loud voice bellowed throughout the school.

"I'm sure now!" I said,

"Oh great, the phoenix fires aren't ready, how are we going to fight this off. Ron look out the window, see how many are out there." Hermione said quickly, she was taking out her swords, and looking at it, examining her arrows for her bow.

"Bloody Hell, I see about 40 death eaters on foot, two dragons, about 50 dementors, and 4 giants." Ron shouted.

"We're not ready for this! That's not even that big, what if there's more!" Hermione shrieked. I shook my head trying to think of something.

"The teachers are already outside, the deatheater are on the quidditch pitch. Merlin, they're going to fight them on their own!" Ron yelled. They're going to die, I thought frantically. I got up off my bed.

"Guys we have to go out there, if we want to have teachers by the end of the day, we have to go fight!" I said, banging my fist on my palm. Ron and Hermione gave me an incredulous look.

"Harry you're condition! You only have had a few days to recover!" Hermione said, and I shook my head.

"I don't care, I'm fine, and I don't have a fever anymore, so I can do this. Guys we are one of the most powerful individuals in the wizarding worlds, but since we're connected, we're a million times more powerful. The only way we're going to win this battle is if we go down there, and the only way we're going to win this war is if we take risks!" I said loudly.

Ron and Hermione looked hesitant, but nodded their heads firmly. I nodded, and we rushed to ready our weapons, I grabbed my sword, my bow, daggers, and my wand. I attached them in the correct holsters, and ran through my head on what to do, and my training. Hermione and Ron did the same with a determined look on their face.

"You know if we make it through this, we still won't survive after our parents are done with us." Ron said, we looked even more hesitant for a moment, I shrugged it off.

"I don't care, as long as they're alive for me to feel their wrath, that's all that matters!" I said. "C'mon let's go!" I said running to the door, they followed. After running down one corridor, I realized this was too slow.

"We're not going to get anywhere this way, here grab onto me, I'm going to shadow travel." I said quietly, they both grabbed onto me, as I quickly leaped shadows till we were behind the Hufflepuff stands of the quidditch pitch. I scanned across the field, to see order members and teachers; the aurors had yet to arrive. I caught a glance of Sirius; he was battling a death eater, with Remus to his back. It seemed like they were losing, the dragon was being fought as well as it could; without being burned into crisp.

"You guys got your daggers and bow right?" I asked them, the both nodded.

"Lets take shots behind the stands, maybe we can fight them all off without any of the order members noticing" I said, hopefully, the nodded again, trying to keep as quiet as possible. I took out my dagger, and looked around for an unwatched deatheater.

I saw a few by the dragon, I took a breath, and closed my eyes for a split second, I opened my eyes trying to aim correctly, I waited for an opening and there it was, I threw the black and silver dagger across the field. It whizzed by faces unnoticed, silently approached the deatheater with speed.

It pierced through the deatheater neck, the deatheater screamed out, and fell to the ground. The fellow masked followers looked around bewildered for the culprit. Hermione was taking her stance with her arrows; she had a look of grim determination on her face, as she squinted her eyes to see through the dust of battle, and flung the arrows to unaware death eaters. She was quick, Ron and kept our back, for any approaching death eaters.

Hermione continued to load her arrows and fling them at unsuspecting death eaters, while I threw daggers with a well-trained aim. By the time we got five death eaters downs, we were interrupted by Ron's slightly scared voice.

"Guys we got trouble, major trouble!" Ron called out; I turned around quickly to see what Ron was talking about. Ron was right; we were in some major trouble, not just any trouble; giant trouble! It was at least fifteen feet tall, it towered over us, wielding a sword that looked extremely sharp and deadly. It wore thick armor, probably dragon armor, and had an evil sneer dancing on his face.

"Great, just great." I said sarcastically, a feeble attempt to lighten the mood, Hermione turned around quickly, and made muffled whimper.

"Look. Three little kids trying to defeat the most powerful forces in the world!" the giant boomed, that probably gave away our cover.

"Guys, we're in this together!" I mumbled to Ron and Hermione, the nodded, I looked to the giant.

"I think you've been seeing things wrong, I don't think oversized idiots, masked clowns, floating cloaks, and flying worms, all led by an ugly snake man, are the strongest forces in the world." I said snidely. The giant roared and brought its sword down in-between us. I shadowed behind him, Hermione elevated the ground away, and Ron just plain dodged.

He used his sword to cut down Hermione's elevated earth, she screamed as the tower of dirt began to crumble, but was quick enough to levitate herself with her mind. He was about to hit her with his sword, when I gave her a strong gust of wind to help her doge the attack.

"Guys we got to think of something" I mind spoke, trying to keep my concentration.

"I'm trying!" Hermione said frustrated, she looked like she was talking to herself. Her eyes widened as she took out and two arrows and aimed them at the giants head, she drew back the bow and let go, causing the arrows to zoom through the air and pierce through each of his eyes.

The giant roared out in pain, and started stomping around, as we tried to avoid being wizard pancakes.

"Nice going Hermione." Ron yelled out wryly, just dodging a foot, with unseen agility.

"Like you could do better!" Hermione yelled at him, creating a mental shield in the shape of an orb around her as a foot came crushing down on her. I almost screamed then.

"Yeah I could! Watch an expert at this!" he said haughtily, I rolled my eyes. He took his sword and sliced gashes in the Giants legs, the giant fell to his knees, now closer to the ground he started swinging his sword around wildly, making it harder to dodge.

"Now look what you've done!" Hermione yelled out, ducking out of the way,

"At least he's not stomping around like a herd of hippogriffs, stop acting like a know-it-all!" Ron yelled out, pushing the giant's sword away with his sword. I blinked in surprise wondering just where he got that strength.

"Not until you stop acting like an arrogant prat!" Hermione screeched. I rolled my eyes and sighed loudly, which lost my concentration, and almost got my head cut off. I growled in frustration.

"Would you guys fight when we're not about to get our heads cut off! Let me finish this!" I bellowed loudly, catching their attention. I did a flip in the air, thanking Daer briefly, and I took my sword and decapitated the giant. I landed deftly on the floor, with something that looked vaguely like a smirk, but no one could tell through the dirt and blood.

Hermione and Ron just had their mouths wide open, looking slightly sheepish.

"Okay guys, let's hurry this up now, the battle isn't over!" I yelled to them, shaking them out of their shock and running along side me. We slinked to the ravenclaw stands and saw that none of the order had died yet, which was an answer to everyone's prayers. The battle still wasn't looking good, and there were two giants left, it looked like one got killed.

My scar burned briefly, I knew that Voldemort was in the forests. The death eaters' numbers barely moved, there were only about 15 killed or stunned, mostly stunned, and that was counting the five we killed. I saw a deatheater holding Tonks under the cruciatus curse.

"Stupefy" I yelled, the spell zoomed across the field, with amazing speed and power, and froze the idiotic deatheater. Wow, I have more power than I thought.

"Guys the only way we're going to win this is going into the field, we can't hide anymore. Right now; getting grounded is the least of my worries. Let's go out there and stick together, we work well as a team!" I said grimly, I put my sword away and drew out my wand, remembering all the new spells Remus taught me, Ron and Hermione copied.

We ran into the battlefield, we were met with five death eaters, who laughed happily.

"Well, well, well, didn't want to stay inside did you, wanted to be in the action didn't you. Well I'm sure you wouldn't mind be taken to our master." Said and unfamiliar voice, I was guessing Voldemort didn't send out his inner circle in the battle.

"Not a chance!" I yelled out sneering at their laughter, though we were out numbered it didn't matter. I took at my wand and started aiming them at a death eater that was laughing.

"Everte Statum!" I yelled, before the deatheater could blink he was flung across the field, and hit a tree not moving, probably knocked out.

"Incarcerous!" I yelled again, ropes bound the unconscious deatheater to the tree that knocked it out. I smiled triumphantly, but straightened up in my battle stance as the laughing abruptly stopped.

"Oh so this is how you want to play, well we'll play won't we!" the deatheater asked his partners, they nodded. "Crucio!" he yelled, I dodged, thanking Daer again for training me in stealth and agility. The other death eaters continued to throw unforgivables, as we dodged them. Getting tired of dodging we started throwing curses of our own.

"Impedimenta!" I said, a light zoomed out of my wand causing the death eater in front of me to gradually slow down, I immediately said, "Petrificus Totalus!" him being to slow to dodge fell to the ground frozen, only able to watch the battle before him.

"Lumos Maxima!" A blinding light, but not to bright to blind everyone in the battle, shot out of Hermione's wand as the death eaters shielded their eyes!

"Stupefy!" Ron and I said at the same time, we heard two thumps of people falling on the ground. Hermione's light faded, we were left with one death eater, He snarled indignantly and yelled "diffindo!" at me, I yelled "Protego!" an extremely strong shield erected from the ground and caused the cutting charm to not only be blocked by bounced off, hitting the deatheater in the stomach, The deatheater yelped in surprise, I took this moment to take him down.

"Stupefy!" I yelled he fell to the ground; we took a quick breather and looked at the battle raging on. Most of the wizards on our side were fighting the dragon. Wait where is the other dragon? We heard a deafening roar behind us and we turned around, just what we expected, a dragon with a deatheater on his back. Great, absolutely bloody wonderful! The dragon blew fire at us, we backed up quickly only to fall to the ground by tripping over the frozen death eaters.

"Hermione, I don't care if you're a know-it-all, I'll study with you forever and never tease you! Just please tell me you have an idea!" Ron yelled out, Hermione conjuring a mental shield to the fire.

"I'm sorry Ron, I'm as stuck as you!" Hermione said, whimpering slightly, as she tried to hold the shield. The shield disappeared under the heat of the fire, Hermione unable to hold it up, we all looked at the dragon in the eyes, It was about to blow more fire. That's it, I wasn't going to die by ol' Voldie; I was going to die by fire breathing monster!

Ron was shaking as we struggled to get up, right then we all screamed, but something happened, I thought we all were screaming but Ron was doing something entirely different. He looked like he was screaming, but actually he was roaring! His roaring sounded vaguely like a dragon. Ron stopped looking slightly afraid of himself. The dragon froze and stared at Ron.

It slowly descended to the earth and bowed down to Ron, Ron was wide-eyed and completely afraid.

"Guys!" he whimpered out.

"Of course! I can't believe I didn't see this before in the prophecy, in Ron's part of the prophecy it said quote "Companion of floating Serpents" Ron you should be able to understand the dragons, you're a companion of them." Hermione yelled to Ron, Ron looked at Hermione as if she was insane, but shrugged and looked directly at the dragon, and roared something out; He touched his mouth as if he were suddenly speaking a cursed language. The dragon replied in a low grumble, and Ron took a step back.

"Guys, I'm not just a companion, he just called me the dragon master, and he said he was here to serve me!" Ron said looking at us, I gasped; wow Ron was getting an amazing gift! Hermione jumped up happily,

"Oh Ron this is wonderful, you're the third dragon master that ever was recorded!" she said smiling widely. Ron blushed a bit, looked pleased with himself.

"We can talk about history later, there's still a war going on, Ron ask the dragon if we can ride its back, we still have giants to go after!" I yelled over the noises of battle. Ron nodded, and roared to the dragon, the dragon grumbled, threw the deatheater off, and bowed down lower, Ron gestured us to come on, we ran over to him and climbed on. Ron grumbled something, I almost laughed at how weird it sounded, and we flew over to a giant, the only giant left.

The giant took up its sword and tried to chop off the dragon's head, the dragon dodged, almost causing me to fall off and blew fire at the giant. Yet again we had another blind rampaging giant. He stomped around holding his eyes, swinging his sword angrily.

We held our heads low and held on as if our life's counted on it. Which they actually did! The dragon took its tail and swung it at the giant's head, effectively knocking the overgrown warrior unconscious. It blew fire on the giant, making sure that the giant never stood up again.

We cheered the dragon on, and smiled enthusiastically at Ron, the smile abruptly disappeared as the same cold feeling chilled my insides, Voldemort had just sent out the dementors, I gulped with fear, and Ron and Hermione exchanged worried glances.

I looked around the field, there were less wizards, I was hoping that most of them had to go to the hospital wing and were not dead. Everyone was still battling death eaters, how were the going to battle death eaters and dementors. I knew the only way to win was up to me, to get rid of all the death eaters.

I did not have all my power with me, it was being held by Ron and Hermione, and only both of them could unlock it and give it to me, they held my magical reserves, and they held a lot of my power. I knew this would be dangerous, for it was a lot of power and it could hurt me drastically if I used it, but my magical endurance was strengthened in last few months and I knew this was the only way.

"Guys, Unleash my power, I'm going to give all these dementors scare!" I ordered, Ron and Hermione gasped.

"Harry, you can't do this, this could leave you in the hospital wing for more than just a week. Plus you still haven't fully recovered and, and, Ron back me up!" Hermione said, glaring at Ron, Ron shrinked at her ferocious gaze, and look at me.

"Are you sure you want to do this mate!" he said slowly.

"Guys, this is no time for arguments, unless you want a bunch of soulless wizards, you need to unlock my powers, I need to get rid of these dementors and end this battle!" I yelled, both of them looked hesitant, but slowly nodded.

"All right Harry, but be careful with this!" Hermione warned, we joined hands, and the concentrated on unleashing my power, I felt power running through their hands slowly as it gradually sped up. It felt like I was immersed in fire, I screamed out, but I held strong. After they let go I was glowing silver, and my eyes were glowing a fiercer green. I put my wand away, and looked at the dementors approaching the battlefield. I aimed my hand at the middle braced myself for the strongest spell I've ever produced.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" A bright silver stag sped out of my hand, but it was huge, ten times it regular size, its light the emanated from itself was enough to scare the dementors, they started to back up, but my Patronus eye glowed fiercely and it galloped to the dementors. It bucked them and tore them apart with its horn. It killed the dementors, my Patronus just killed all fifty dementors in the span of two minutes; I wonder what other spells I could do.

I watched as my Patronus slowly faded the death eaters, what was left of them that is, screeched in fear, for they were losing and port keyed out, I felt Voldemort leave roaring with anger. It'll be a painful night for those death eaters this evening that was my last thought until I blacked out.

(Third person POV)

Harry blacked out and fell off the dragon, Ron who was alert at the moment ordered his dragon to catch Harry, It caught it with skill. Hermione held on to Harry, tears on her face, some with relief that Harry was still alive and some with fear of the battle and what was to come.

Ron was pale as a ghost, and didn't like the fact that Harry was unconscious, Hermione and he held Harry's hands and felt the power they unleashed trickling back into his reserves that resided inside of them. The locked the reserves, Harry needed time to handle this power for long periods of time, sure he could do it for a few minutes but right now he wouldn't be able to wield such vast power.

The dragon descended to the earth, as the order and what was left of Ministry aurors picked up the pieces of the battle.

Remus was right next to a stunned Sirius, he was stunned during battle and Remus didn't have time to bring him to the infirmary. He was amazed and slightly angry at Ron, Hermione, and Harry for going out in the war. The Patronus and Ron's power to control the dragon were unheard of, but saved their lives. Unleashing Harry's powers, which they obviously did, was not smart, his heart almost stopped when he saw Harry fall to the ground slowly, but Sirius would not be happy, oh no not at all, Remus was slightly reluctant to wake Sirius for fear he would have a few dead students on his hands.

He sighed and pointed his wand at Sirius, "Enervate." He whispered in a scratchy voice worn out from yelling incantations. Sirius' eyes shot open, and he got up cracking up, he looked around wildly to see no death eaters or anything in sight, he sighed with relief.

"We won!" he said, not able to hide the amazement in his voice, Remus nodded. Sirius suddenly caught a glance at two dragons, he yelped in surprise.

"Remus, there's still dragons, why aren't you guys killing those, wait why aren't they attacking!" he said, really confused. Remus sighed bracing himself for Sirius' reaction or most likely over-reaction.

"Ron can control dragons." Remus said, Sirius mouth hung open in shock, but abruptly closed as his eyes narrowed.

"Wait what was Ron doing in the war? He knows he not supposed to fight, he's too young!" Sirius said slightly irritated.

"Sirius he's one of the reasons we won this battle." Remus said slowly, putting an emphasis on one, hoping Sirius would get it.

"How come I have a feeling I'm not going to like where this is going!" he said suspiciously.

"Well, Hermione helped in the battle also," he said slowly

"And how did the dementors leave with you guys fighting the death eaters." He said hesitantly, wow Sirius is more observant that I thought Remus thought dryly.

"Harry." Remus mumbled, Sirius' eyes widen in shock!

"H-how did he defeat all those dementors!" Sirius yelled.

"They unleashed his powers, enabling him to produce a gigantic, dementor-destroying Patronus." I said.

"WHAT! HOW STUPID, HE HADN'T EVEN FULLY RECOVERED!" Sirius roared, "Where are they, they're not hurt are they! I swear, I'm going to strangle each one of them!" He said menacingly.

"Sirius now is not the time to be angry, Harry is over there, and by the looks of it he blacked out. Take care of you godson first then deal with his actions." Remus said soothingly. Sirius looked worried, and he ran to the dragon where the golden trio was, well more liked stormed. Hermione and Ron were putting Harry around their shoulders trying to carry him. They looked up to see Sirius, and almost dropped Harry by the dangerous look on Sirius' face.

"Hey... Er... Sirius, Nice battle…eh..." Ron said nervously, Hermione looked like she wanted to hide behind both Ron and Harry, but she didn't want to drop Harry, that wouldn't look good. Sirius looked at them with stern scrutiny, the shifted under his gaze. The both were covered with dirt and blood, with a few bruises and cuts, and justifiably exhausted.

Sirius looked like he was going to strangle them, yet he grabbed Harry out of their arms and hugged him tightly, even though he was bloody and dirty, "I'm going to ground this boy till' he's too old to hold a wand!" he said with more relief than anger, his eyes were suspiciously watery; anyone could tell he was glad Harry was alive. Hermione and Ron sighed with relief that Sirius wasn't going to kill Harry, or them.

Sirius shifted Harry to the side and narrowed his eyes slightly at them, "Oh I'm not done with you two, I'm relieved that all three of you are okay, but it isn't over, now c'mon, we're going to the infirmary." He said firmly, they ducked their heads and followed him meekly.

Remus walked with them to the infirmary, Harry started to stir in Sirius' arms, and he opened his eyes faintly, smelling a familiar smell, noticing he was being held in someone's arms.

He looked up to see the face of his godfather, through his dusty glasses, he was slightly startled to be held by him, and the last thing he remembered was Voldemort leaving. Sirius was probably extremely angry with him, but he was just glad Sirius was alive. Sirius looked down to see Harry's eyes halfway opened.

"Sirius 'm sorry." Harry mumbled, Sirius pushed his anger far and chuckled quietly.

"I'll believe that when you join Voldemort's ranks, but Shh, you need sleep, we'll talk later!" he said softly, Harry cringed at the "Talk" part but nodded and drifted asleep again.

A/N: That was the longest time it took me to update, I'm soooo sorry guys, I've been extremely bust lately, I think I'm going to have to put "The Things We Live for" On hiatus, because I just don't have enough time. But I'm not giving up on this one, I'll finish it, I'm determined to. Okay this is like my first real battle scene, I've been looking up curses and reading other battles, I tried hard on this so I'll hope that you guys are satisfied with the first battle scene. This is my longest chapter yet, Go me! It's around 6,300 words; I'm hoping the long chapter will make up for my absence of chapter! Enjoy more fun and action to come!