Author's Note: This is in response to Briana Rose's review. I appreciate all reviews, good or bad, so I may improve. I am not perfect but I do my best.

First, what is AU? If it is something I should add somewhere, tell me so and where. Second, I forgot that Voldemort does not have many followers yet. They are necessary for this story though so that stays even if it isn't canon. Third, I forgot about how Bertha was kidnapped so that is my fault but that stays too. Fourth, of course Asytanax notices people. If I remember correctly (I reread the story too), Voldemort never actually revealed himself to Asytanax. He stayed facing to fireplace so Asytanax didn't see him. That was originally accidental but I am glad I made that so because this story just got better in my head and this mistake is key. Finally, those long paragraphs were straight from The War with Hannibal but if everyone thinks that it would be better broken up tell me. That is all. On with the story. This chapter is short but vital. It is also a little rushed so please let me know of anything I need to fix.

Chapter 6: A New Foe in the Alps

Late the next day, Asytanax reached the foot of the Alps. There was no alternative. He would have to cross over them.

"I'll rest here tonight and then… up I go." He said.

He found a set of trees to sleep under and enjoyed a good rest. He fell asleep but later that night, several black figures were passing by and found him.

"What's this?" one of them asked.

"Is this man dead?" asked another.

"No." The figure then poked the sleeping Asytanax. "This fellow ain't dead. Wake up!" He kicked Asytanax in this stomach.

"That woke him up! HA HA!" shouted another as a shocked and shaken Asytanax attempted to react but only managed to attempt to crawl toward his sword.

"Oh no you don't!" A sharp blow hit Asytanax in the head. He turned over to try to see his attackers but his vision was blurred and then went black.

Asytanax woke up in a dark and very large tent.

"Welcome to my temporary abode, warrior."

Asytanax looked around and saw a cloaked man seated in the corner. "Who are you?" he asked. "Are you a Death Eater?"

"Yes, I am a servant of the Dark Lord. One of his genetic production overseers, one of many all over Europe."

"What? A genetic production overseer?" Asytanax asked.

"Yes. I am in charge of the production of the Dark Lord's new army. Wonderful, horrible creatures too, Orcs. Don't you agree? I still don't know how the Dark Lord found their existence or how to make them but they are good for us and bad for you."

"Orcs! Your master found how to breed Orcs!" Asytanax was shocked.

"Yes and more are being made everyday. At this rate, we will have 50 million all over Europe by the end of the year. A few found you at the bottom of the mountain and brought you to me." Footsteps approached the tent. "Here comes one now."

A hideous, manlike, creature entered, out of breath and clearly in a panic. "Master! Master! French and Italian wizards have found our position and are coming up the mountain on both sides to attack!"

Asytanax smiled in triumph at the Death Eater who looked at him and stormed out.

"Prepare for battle, defend to the last orc!"

Asytanax was surprised to find that he was not bound. He gathered his belonging, which were all in the tent, and stepped out quickly and quietly. All the orc were hurrying to the defense of the outpost and he was able to sneak down the mountain with shouts of many spells behind him.

Halfway down, he was stopped by French wizards who appeared with a crack in front of Asytanax.

"Where are you going?" The leader asked him in French.

"I am just passing though the Alps, sir." Asytanax responded in French. "I am on my way to Cherbourg."

(Author's Note: All foreign languages will appear in English with the language noted.)

"A Frenchman." Asytanax's French accent was so perfect that he was mistaken for a native Frenchman often. "Very well then. You may continue."

"Thank you kindly, sir."

Asytanax continued down until he had reached the other side of the Alps. He looked at the land before him. "Gaul at last. I am almost there."