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Chapter 25, The Fall of Hogwarts
Arrests had taken place all over Britain of muggle-born wizards and witches, blood-traitors, known members of the Order of the Phoenix, political liberals, anyone who was not expected to sit back quietly and allow Voldemort to take over the Ministry of Magic. Incidents were not just isolated to Britain, all over Europe pure-blood supremacists began storming the headquarters of magical governments. The same night Arthur and Molly Weasley were killed, Fred and George were killed in a similar struggle at their joke-shop in Diagone Alley, Percy Weasley was given the Dementors' kiss at the ministry, Fleur and Bill were apprehended in Lincolnshire and faced the same fate. Charlie Weasley was killed the next day fighting against Pure-blood supremacists in Romania. A few members of the Wizarding Philosophical intelligentsia managed to escape, to where was uncertain.
As news of these arrests reached Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall ordered Defense Against the Dark Arts classes resumed under Lovelace. This order was given too late.
It was night, only two nights after Molly and Arthur Weasley's death, Ginny had not yet been informed. Argus Filch was the first to notice the oncoming throng as he stood atop the astronomy tower. He saw hundreds, maybe a thousand wizards, along with more than a hundred Dementors simply marching up the road leading to the main entrance. Even Filch recognized who was at the lead of the oncoming attack; none other than Voldemort himself.
When McGonagall, Lovelace, and Amanda Ewls arrived at the top of the astronomy tower to view the attackers getting closer and closer, the defensive spells doing nothing to stop them, they were petrified. There was no hope, they could try and evacuate as many of the students as possible, but the enemy would be inside the castle before they could wake the students.
"What do we do now Professor?" asked Filch calmly.
"Awaken the Children," said McGonagall resigned to her inevitable fate.
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Most of Nasserite training was meditations, about ten percent of it was dueling, both of which Harry was beginning to excel at. The next step for him, after his skills were sufficiently harnessed, was to take a master whom he would observe and follow until he was fully ready to take the final Nasserite Oaths. As the attack on Hogwarts began, Harry was dueling with a young African Nasserite. Reverend Ewls also watched his progress.
The African Nasserite lunged, making stabbing motions at Harry with his sword, Harry managed to deflect them without a problem and then return with an attack of his own. The African Nasserite, after defending himself swung at Harry's mid-section. Harry leapt high in the air, flipping over the African Nasserite, landing behind him, As Harry swung for his opponent's torso, his opponent suddenly disappeared and reappeared five feet behind Harry.
"No anti-apparition fields in this room Harry," said the African Nasserite, holding his sword to Harry's backside, keeping him at bay. "Utilize every weapon you have, not just your sword. All-in-All though, I think you're progressing along just fine."
"Very Good Harry," said Reverend Ewls. "But you're still exerting too much physical strength, you need to meditate more often."
Harry nodded humbly before his face gave way to a twitch, a voice entering his mind, as if to warn of imminent danger to his friends. His face quickly looked away from Reverend Ewls to the ceiling.
"I sense it too," said Ewls.
Harry and the two Nasserites ran into the great hall where Harry met Ron and Hermione, both of whom wore a face of utter shock and fear.
"My God Harry," Hermione said with tears in her eyes. "Hogwarts is under attack, there's been a coup, Voldemort has taken control of the ministry of magic."
The African Nasserite lead the four into a small dark room where other concerned Nasserites had gathered. One of the Nasserites took out his wand and pointed it at a blank painting.
"Videro."
As if playing a film screen, the blank painting showed smoke rising from the Hogwarts castle. On the inside curses were being thrown almost at random. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Reverend Ewls, and the other Nasserites watched in horror as the famed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry fell to Voldemort's attack.
"My God, Amanda!" pleaded Reverend Ewls.
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The attempts of the professors to evacuate the school had broken down immediately after Voldemort had entered. Over a thousand wizards now plowed through the school, killing anyone they came across. The Dementors also attacked at random, sometimes kissing even Voldemort's men. Those who could, fought back, but the situation was clearly a rout. The only hope was to escape.
Argus Filch, unable to do magic as a squib, went to his office and donned a muggle shot-gun. As Death Eaters stormed his office he managed to take three out with his weapon before succumbing to a killing curse. As they tried to get first years out of the school in the direction of Hagrid's cabin, Professor McGonagall and Healer Ewls were attacked and surrounded by several Death Eaters and Wizards and Witches in Auror Uniforms.
Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, along with Theo, and Elliot Ewls were hiding several first year Gryffindors in a secret passageway, emerging from there when they saw Amanda Ewls and Professor McGonagall surrounded. Several of the Death Eaters had Nephesite swords and were deflecting the curses hurled at them by McGonagall and Healer Ewls until finally several Wizards fired killing curses at Healer Ewls and McGonagall, both of whom fell dead to the floor.
"No!" shouted Elliot, unknowingly giving away their position.
Theo pulled his little brother back into the passageway in an attempt to prevent him from going on a rampage against the wizards who had just murdered their mother. Ginny then slammed shut the portrait hole entrance to the passageway from the inside, and took the lead with Luna, in front of the frightened first-years going the other direction. Theo and Elliot joined them in the front of the group. As they ran, they found a fork in the passageways, deciding the direction from which they had originally come was too dangerous, Theo gave Luna, Ginny, and Elliot the order to keep the first years moving down the new passage-way, while he held off the oncoming attackers, who were undoubtedly following them since they now knew the location of the passageway.
"No!" protested Elliot.
"You're coming with us, Theo!" demanded Ginny.
"We don't have time to argue," Theo said. "I can give you a few more seconds, get yourselves and these first-years out!"
Ginny's and Theo's eyes connected, Ginny realized that she was not going to convince him otherwise. Rather than continue arguing, she took Elliot by his shoulders and dragged him onward.
"No!" Elliot shouted.
"Quiet, you'll give away out position," Ginny snapped.
"THEO! NO!"
Theo walked back down the corridor in the direction from which he came. Undoubtedly enemy wizards were now only meters away. Sure enough, the first impediment curse came his way only moments after he, Elliot and Ginny were separated, it hit the wall a few feet in front of him. He made a quick motion with his wand causing fire to shoot out of it like a flame-thrower. He held the spell for as long as he could before releasing it, revealing several men's bodies aflame, rolling around on the floor in agony.
One of the wizards who survived the fire attack fired a stunner at Theo which missed. Theo responded with his own impediment jinx. Smoke now filled the hallway which prevented him from seeing any more of his attackers. From somewhere in front of him came the fateful chant, "Avada Kedavra!" The last thing Theo saw was a blinding flash of green before he lay on the floor lifeless.
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In a cavernous fourth-floor corridor, Seamus, Dean, Lavender, the Patil twins, Thaddeus, and Rachel, lead by Professor Flitwick, attempted to defend themselves against an overwhelming number of attacking Dementors, Death Eaters, and Aurors. When the attack began, Lavender lasted only a few seconds before a stunner sent her flying back several feet into one of the stone walls. A Dementor then finished her off with a kiss before Seamus, who was closest to her could successfully conjure a patronus.
The sight of her friend laying empty and soulless after a Dementor's kiss caused Parvati to run out from behind the cover of a large statue for her practically dead friend. Flitwick tried to shout at her in an attempt to call her back to cover. A Death Eater, however, wasted no time in using the killing curse on her. At the sight of her sister thrown several feet back by a green curse, Padma Patil began to lose control of her emotions, screaming, revealing her position to the Aurors and Death Eaters as she hid alone behind another statue, not far from their forward most position. It was not long before she died in the same fashion.
Under the immense pressure of battle, Seamus finally decided that he could take no more. He threw his wand down and his hands up, shouting "I surrender" as he left his cover and approached a female Death Eater. Flitwick tried to shout warnings to him, but to no avail.
"Please ma'am, I surrender," he said to the female Death Eater.
The Female Death Eater smiled at him and nodded. At her smile, Seamus gave a sigh of relief, perhaps she wouldn't kill him. In midst of her smile, she then raised her wand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Seamus was sent back several meters, dead.
Thaddeus and Rachel stood out in the open, partially obscured by smoke, each dueling two enemy Wizards a piece.
"Expelliarimus!" shouted Thaddeus at one of the wizards with whom he dueled a Death Eater, whose wand flew out of his hand.
"Avada Ked…" Began the Auror to his right.
"Levicorpus!" Cried his sister, the Auror flipped upside down, and was lifted several feet off of the ground. With a wave of her wand, the Auror was sent smacking into the wall.
Thaddeus then turned to a Death Eater Bearing upon his sister, who had waved his wand for the cruciatus curse. Rachel fell to the floor in spasms.
"Rictusempra" shouted Thaddeus, causing the Death Eater to laugh uncontrollably, and lose his focus on casting the cruciatus curse. Rachel had, in the course of her torture, lost hold of her wand. She noticed, however another Death Eater waving his wand in order to curse Thaddeus as he was busy chuckling at the one he had recently cursed, who was laughing uncontrollably.
"Tad look out!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
A green light hurled at Thaddeus, catching him in the back, throwing him forward several feet. The Death Eater failed to notice how Rachel had retaken her wand and was now aiming it him.
"Stupefy!"
The death eater fell unconscious. Rachel rose to her feet and limped to her dead brother. She sat down beside him, giving up her wand in resignation. She was the last one alive; she saw Professor Flitwick's and Dean Thomas's bodies laying dead on the floor of the corridors. She took her brother's body into her arms, crying loudly tears of mourning, fear, anger, heartache.
As five Death Eaters, three Dementors, and two Aurors surrounded her, she made the sign of the cross amidst her crying. The wizards let the three Dementors take care of her; two of them swooped down upon her, holding her down. As she was pinned to the floor the memory of the cruciatus curse, and seeing her brother die was relived. The third Dementor removed its hood and placed its lips upon hers. In seconds, Rachel Ewls' soul was gone.
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The passage followed by Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, and Elliot Ewls led outside of the castle not far from Hagrid's hut. From there they would get off the grounds through the forbidden forest as quickly as they could, hoping they wouldn't be followed far into the forest. As they reached the opening leading outside of the castle, they first checked to make sure that no enemies were present. Seeing none, Elliot stepped a few feet outside of the castle. Checking around him, he saw no one coming.
"The coast is clear," he called back to Ginny and Luna, who waved to the first years standing just behind them in the passage indicating that they were to move forward quickly. After the first-years were safely outside of the castle, walking at a quick pace Luna and Ginny left the passageway. Ginny caught up quickly with Elliot, taking his hand into hers, Luna however, was lagging behind somewhat. A voice was heard from back inside the passageway.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Luna fell lifeless to the ground.
"Run," called Ginny to the first years.
Elliot squeezed Ginny's hand as the two of them ran just behind the first years, shouting at them to run faster toward Hagrid's cottage. The two took cover behind a tree which stood between the school and Hagrid's cottage.
"Keep moving," Elliot called to them, they obeyed without hesitation.
Elliot and Ginny then fired stunners at the Death Eaters who were now clearing the passageway from which they had originally come. The emerging Death Eaters hurled green killing curses at the tree. Elliot and Ginny retook their cover; the killing curses missed them in the nick of time. Before the two of them could return fire again, Ginny turned to Elliot.
"Elliot, I never told you how I felt about you."
Elliot's face bore an expression of both fear and sadness.
"Ginny now isn't the time."
"There will never be another time Elliot," she corrected. "I love you, I wanted you to know before we died."
Elliot took hold of Ginny's hands and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
"We're not going to die, we have a savior," he said, this caused her to grin slightly through her own look of terror. Ginny started to cry aloud, her tears flowed uncontrollably.
"I will see you in paradise," she said as she made the sign of the cross.
Elliot nodded as he signed the cross himself. Without hesitation, the two of them left the cover of the tree and charged the oncoming Death Eaters. Before he could get a curse of his own off, a killing curse met Elliot Ewls in the head, knocking him down where he stood. Ginny fired several stunners, knocking out two Aurors and a Death Eater successfully. Another Death Eater from behind, however, motioned his wand without incantation; a green light, Ginny Weasley was dead.
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Hagrid had been asleep in his cabin, for some reason it had not occurred to the Death Eaters to come after him. Awaked by the sound of curses and Jinxes, he came out of his cabin to see the smoke rising from the school, beholding it in tears just as the first-years that Ginny, Elliot, and Luna had led out of the school arrived.
"Hagrid, what are we going to do," cried one of the girls. "There are too many of them."
Hagrid almost ignored the frightened, teary-eyed first years, and beheld his beloved home. There was nothing he could do to stop the current tragedy. His first instinct was one of rage, he wanted to go up to the castle and single-handedly take care of the Death Eaters. This however was tempered by a second plea of frightened first-year girl. Realizing his responsibility to protect these children, and that there was nothing he could do, he nodded.
"Alright yer lot, follow me, we'll get outta here."
Hagrid and the first-years left the grounds through the forbidden forest, eventually circling around to Hogsmeade, where the entire village was trying to evacuate itself as the Dark Mark appeared over the school.
Within an hour, the battle was over. The Hogwarts students and professors never stood a chance. With the exception of Hagrid, none of the professors made it out alive, and only a handful of the students managed to escape. After ensuring that not a single living thing was left at the castle, Voldemort led his army back to Hogsmeade.
At Hogsmeade, Voldemort was infuriated that the village was trying to evacuate, he ordered all of the civilians to return to their homes, after which he rounded up ten Hogsmeade Citizens, including Madam Rosmerta, and ordered them subjected to the Dementors Kiss. Some of the Hogsmeade residents managed to escape, among them were Hagrid and the first-years. Hogwarts was left standing as a reminder of Voldemort's power, the bodies were left to rot where they fell.
Voldemort returned to the ministry of magic, where he immediately convened a council of his closest Death Eaters, including Lucius Malfoy who was rescued, along with Augustus Rockwood and Avery, from Hogwarts. Also among the Death Eaters present were Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrange, and Fenrir Greyback, among others. They all sat at a large round table; on the prominent wall of the room hung a map of Europe, Africa, Asia, and North America. Voldemort addressed the council from where he sat.
"My friends, it has begun," Voldemort said. "…a world-wide revolution against liberals, against Christians and religious fanatics, and against Mud-blood lovers who continue to pollute our sacred magical blood with Muggle influence. People all across the world are rising up to seize their birthright as wizards. Soon the concept of national boundaries in Wizardry will be obsolete, a united world of pure-blood wizards and witches. Bella?"
Bellatrix Lestrange then took the floor, addressing the council from where she sat.
"In addition to the United Kingdom, the magical governments of Germany, France, and Holland have fallen to our supporters," said Lestrange. "In all other nations, the revolution continues with limited success. The Government of Russia has successfully put down our supporters in battle near Novogorod. Our American supporters are too few in number to rise against the US Department of Magic. In India, our supporters were defeated this morning at New Delhi, and have resorted to Guerilla warfare, and assassinations of key officials in the Indian Ministry of Magic. Such is also the case in South Africa, Rwanda, and the Congo. The revolution seems to have had its greatest successes in Europe, but even in the nations where we now control the governments, organized liberal resistance still exists. Yesterday at dawn three Death Eaters were murdered in Liverpool. English and French liberal resistance fighters seem to be disorganized, independent guerillas, mostly ex-members of the Order of the Phoenix. We believe ex-Aurors Alastor Moody, Kingsley Shackbolt, and Nymphadora Tonks, the Germans and the Dutch rebellions on the other hand are much more militarized. Yesterday, the office of the attaché for the German ministry of magic was destroyed by German Liberals. Schweinzunge, one of Germany's largest Wizardry cities and a major source of our supporters is now under siege by the German Liberal Rebel Army. The German ministry of Magic has requested aid from the English."
With this Lucius Malfoy Broke in.
"May I suggest caution my Lord?" Malfoy said. "Any attempt to send our forces abroad would encourage further rebel activity in England and Scotland, we must maintain order here until we can be sure that the rebellion has been crushed."
"What rebellion Lucius?" asked Voldemort in a rare display of lack of concern over a potential threat. "Scrimgeour is dead, are is Cacius Ewing, Artemis Grey, McGonagall, Dumbledore, No one is left to lead a major revolt against us."
"What about Severus Snape my lord?" Malfoy continued. "He knows more about our capabilities than anyone else among our enemies, and the Ministry of Magic failed to apprehend him. He would be a formidable opponent."
"He is of little concern," Voldemort argued. "He would never be able to amass an army great enough to threaten us. This is a world-wide conflict, national boundaries are meaningless, our German brothers are as important to me, as any of us in England."
"What of the Nasserite Order?" asked Fenrir Greyback.
"He have yet to see any opposition from the Nasserite order," said Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Nor can we expect too formidable an opposition from them," Voldemort said casually. "Many of them were arrested by the various national ministries of magic, and I issued explicit instructions to the leaders of our counter-part revolutionary movements in other nations that they were to be executed, as enemies of pure-blood magic."
"My lord we do not know the strength of the Nasserite order."
"You are trained in the dark arts of the Nephesite order Lucius, as are many of us, as will, one day, all of us," Voldemort said. "If the Nasserites attack, we will be ready for them."
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The day after the attack, the bodies still remained on the ground where they fell, the smoke still rose from the school which was now almost devoid of life. After hearing of the attack, Severus Snape, along with his companion of the past year, hurried quickly to the school, unfortunately they arrived the morning after it was over.
Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy surveyed the dead bodies on the floor. Tears had welded in Malfoy's eyes as he noticed several of his fellow Slytherins among the dead, including Pansy Parkinson, the closest thing to a girlfriend he ever had; his two best friends Crabbe and Goyle, among others that he recognized. He even shed tears for his ex enemies in Gryffindor. Severus Snape tried to give the appearance of being unemotional, but failed as he noticed several of his favorite students among the dead.
"Not even the Slytherins survived," he said. "How terrible"
"Professor, I've looked all over the school," Draco Malfoy said through his tears. "And I can think of some people I know who are unaccounted for, Professor Hagrid for one, a few others from Slytherin, I think they'd be third-years by now, one person I knew from Huffelpuff I didn't see."
As Malfoy finished saying this, Snape's gaze fell upon the body of Professor McGonagall. He sighed with frustration as he beheld his ex-colleague.
"We can only hope that enough people are alive after the coup to organize some kind of resistance."
"But Professor, is there not already a resistance?"
"An ineffectual one, three Death Eaters were killed by random guerillas," Snape Clarified. "In order to defeat the Dark Lord much more precision will be required than sloppy assassination attacks, we have to organize."
"But how are we going to do that without the Death Eaters knowing about it?"
"There are hiding and secrecy charms Draco, charms which will soon come in very handy," said Snape. "Now we must leave, this fortress will soon become an enemy stronghold."
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At the Temple of the Holy Cross, the mood was grim, Hermione and Ron retreated to their living quarters and mourned their friends in isolation. Reverend Ewls, who usually had a positive disposition, was now constantly in isolation, and when not in isolation, he was always in tears. He did not know whether or not his family survived, or how many of his family survived if any had managed.
Harry continued his training, progressing along in his ability to substitute his physical abilities with immersion in the love of God. His swordsmanship was already second unto none, and he was now constantly seeing visions in meditation. It seemed quite likely that he would be the first in his class to be ready to take on a master. Being allowed to choose a master, he knew exactly who he wanted. The only trouble was that Reverend Ewls was constantly missing, as was Father Bates who was leaving the temple for long periods of time, purporting to assist straggling Nasserites to return. Harry thus found himself alone often.
Whenever Father Bates would return from wherever he was journeying to, the news he brought back regarding England was always worse and worse. Apparently a resistance had formed, but it was still weak. Bates also brought Reverend Ewls the sad news that none of his family survived. Ewls did not take it well; he simply retreated to the solitude of his living quarters.
Hermione and Ron emerged from their quarters after several days alone together. They informed Harry that they had decided to go back to Britain to join the resistance. They had also decided that they would get married before they went back. Unfortunately, this meant that Harry had to speak to Reverend Ewls, a task which Harry dreaded quite thoroughly. Who knew what state he might be in?
In his temple bedroom, Ewls sat pondering over an album full of moving photographs of his wife and children. They were smiling and waving at him. Through his tears which fell upon the album, he smiled back, remembering them, unable to let them go. A knock was suddenly heard at the door to his quarters.
"Come in."
The door opened, and in walked Harry with an expression of apprehension at approaching Ewls. Ewls did not look up to see who had just entered his room. He merely kept staring at the album, his tears falling to it where visible even to Harry.
"Excuse me Reverend," Harry said, then noticing the album and the tears falling to it. "I'm sorry."
"No, it's alright," said Ewls in a voice of emotionless despair. "I welcome the company, what is it?"
"Father Bates is off traveling the world by floo looking for Nasserite stragglers," said Harry. "So far we've found only a few."
"No, I didn't expect that he would too many of them," said Ewls in a voice of hopeless resignation. "It was all a ploy Harry, and we fell right into it. Voldemort created something that the Ministry would fear more than he, and then he gained their support by pledging to destroy it. The Nasserites pledged to defend what was right, so the world's magical governments hunted down the very people who could save them. Luckily three quarters of our active order was at the temple when the war resumed, along with some reserves." Ewls' eyes remained focused on the album. His voice suddenly turned informational, even positive. "You never really got the chance to know my children did you?"
"I met them, I worked with them, but no, sadly I did not." Harry felt somewhat awkward at the subject matter, but he decided to humor Reverend Ewls, not seeing a way out of simply listening.
"I loved them so much, but I fear that I didn't really get a chance to truly know them either," Ewls said. "You see I was always away from them when they were growing up. If I wasn't teaching I was off with the Nasserites on some assignment. Sometimes I spent months away from them. They were so different from one another, they were always fighting, yet it was their music that brought them together, that and their religion. The two great loves they all shared were music and the Lord. Ah Theo, nothing was ever good enough for him, he was a born leader, always demanding more from his siblings, in that way he showed them he cared. In a lot of ways he was like Hermione, he always stuck up for Elliot though, and Elliot followed him wherever he would go. Tad, Tad was almost the opposite, if there was one thing that Tad hated the most it was the spotlight, he was so intelligent, yet so afraid of attention. He was also, I think, the most pious of them, he was always reading the bible, always consulting the bible even for simple things. He became so dogmatic he even considered leaving wizardry and joining the Churches of Christ, but he eventually saw the true history of Christian Wizardry, he mellowed a little bit in his last years. Rachel, so stubborn, she was so pompass and arrogant, she always had to have the last word, but she never stopped telling everyone that she loved them. Dear Elliot, he was so unlike the rest of them, he was dreamer, imagined things," Ewls began to lose control of his emotions as he continued. Tears fell from his eyes freely as he broke down crying.
"I'm so sorry."
Ewls quickly pulled himself together, closed the album and put them back in his desk.
"Well, they are with God now," Ewls sounded like he was consoling himself, like he was looking to Harry for support and affirmation, which was unusual since Harry usually went to him. "And I still have a job to do, so I tell myself. God called them home, but I Just wish that I could have been with them, that I could have died with them. I tried to convince Amanda not to come with me as I accepted the Chaplaincy at Hogwarts, I tried to tell her that it was dangerous with the war on, but she didn't listen, she told me that I had spent so much time away from the children, and that after this year Theo was going off to start his career training and I would have missed his last year of childhood. She told me that if they didn't come I'd regret it; I was beginning to think that she was right. Not that I blame her, she wanted me to be close to them. She wanted our family to be together.
"She was right Reverend," said Harry, the inspiration from his words coming from a source outside his own self. "God predetermines the time of our deaths you had no control over it, she had no control over it, it was not your fault, it was not her fault. They are in paradise."
"I know Harry, I know." He was definitely trying to hold back tears. "I tried to comfort Ron earlier, like your comforting me. I remember how at first Ron couldn't understand that God had a purpose for Hermione's death, but then how he eventually came to terms with it just before she came back. Now I really admire his strength; as a minister I have counseled people who have lost loved ones, but I never faced that kind of loss myself. I have seen Christ, I have touched his holy Cross, and I know that Jesus is the Son of God, and that God is love, but I almost laid that all aside to curse God just a second ago."
"Reverend Hermione asked me to…" Harry began, he paused unsure of what to say. "She was afraid to ask her yourself but… Ron and Hermione have decided to return to England to join the resistance together, they're going to leave Harry Ronald here; they want to get married before they leave."
A sudden glimmer of hope came to Reverend Ewls' eyes. He even began to grin.
"They want me to perform the ceremony?"
"Yes."
"I would be happy to."
"Are you sure?" Harry said trying to be supportive. "There are other ministers…"
"'To everything there is a season,'" Ewls quoted. "'…and a time to every purpose under heaven.' In midst of the death of my family, in midst of this terrible war, to be asked to be a part of something new, something beautiful… I thank God for such an opportunity."
"I just hope that they live long enough to truly enjoy the fruits of their marriage."
Rev. Ewls nodded. "Hmm I do too, I must admit that their chances are not exactly the best."
Harry Paused as a smile came upon his face and tears to his eyes.
"I guess sometimes all we have is hope."
"Harry, I sense that something is troubling you."
"The prophesy Reverend."
"Isaiah?"
"Not that prophesy, the one about me," Harry Clarified. "I'm supposed to kill Voldemort, but I have no idea how I'm going to. Maybe Voldemort will kill me."
"It's possible," Ewls said, this clearly did not make Harry feel any better. "Only a powerful Nasserite, with the love of God as his ally can possibly defeat Voldemort, or any Nephesite for that matter."
"Nephesite?"
"An order not even mentioned in the Wizard bibles," Ewls said. "But the sworn enemy of the Nasserites since the days of Sampson, they believe only in power, their only goal is the acquisition of control over everything, even death, even power over God. When the Catholic Church was purging wizardry and Witchcraft from Christianity, the Nasserite warnings about the Nephesites went ignored, the Nephesites disappeared into the shadows for the first several hundred years of Christianity, until 1042 AD, when they appeared from hiding and a war ensued. They were defeated, presumed annihilated, at the cost of the near annihilation of the Nasserite order, our order barely survived. Voldemort is the resurrection, I believe, of the Nephesite order."
"How do you know this?"
"I've been sensing a disturbance in the cosmos lately, all Nasserites have been, there's something wrong, something deeper than all of this than what we know about; a hatred of great intensity, not only directed at muggle-borns, and blood-traitors, but at the very core of goodness," said Ewls. "I believe, after analyzing Voldemort through Albus' letters to me regarding him—and I informed Dumbledore about this—that he is a Nephesite."
"Is this why God called me to be a Nasserite, so that I could fulfill my destiny according to Trelawney's prophesy?"
"That would be my assumption."
"I'm not sure I'm up to it Reverend," Harry said in a voice of near despair.
"Harry, God qualifies us for the work he calls us to do," said Ewls. "Never underestimate the power of his love; armed with it, all things are possible to those who have faith. On the same token though, never underestimate the power of the dark arts. Many Nasserites have either been killed, or lead astray by so doing."
"Lead astray?" In Harry's voice was now a hint of worry.
"Nephesites have so much hatred that its force surrounds them," Ewls clarified, his voice also giving hints of worry. "You can feel it emanating from them, and it is possible to give into your anger for the Nephesites within to the point of where it becomes hatred. In the presence of the force of hatred emanating from Nephesites, it is much easier to give into this power. Never do that! Remember that a Nasserite's strength flows from the love of God, (A/N Yeah I know this sounds like Yoda, but bear with me) but beware if you turn to anger, or hatred, or lose control of your fears, or turn your fight into a means by which to seek revenge, you will begin a path that will lead you to turn to the dark arts. That is why only someone immersed in the love of God can defeat any Nephesite, especially Voldemort."
Harry nodded, a look of resolve came upon his face.
"Well, if God calls me to this work, may his will be done."
"You have great faith Harry, hold onto it, it will aid you in your tasks ahead," said Ewls, now smiling calmly. "Now, Come Harry, we have work to do."
Ewls stood and opened the door to exit his room.
"More training?"
"No," said Reverend Ewls as he turned to face Harry with a smile. "Wedding preparations."