Okay the next chapter which is very well summed up in its title. The battles won't start to next chapter, so all you blood-thirsty readers will have to wait a little while.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kill Bill or Harry Potter.

RR vol 1

Chapter 2

Preparation

Hermione chose the spot, a meadow full of things to practice their spells on, and used a cave for their new headquarters. They weren't going to stay in the actual cave of course and they all helped in making their HQ look more like a house. They would use spells to gain their food so there was no need to leave the place. It was so peaceful and since there was not another soul for miles the Ministry of Magic would surely leave them alone.

Within the first two weeks Hermione helped both Ron and Harry get the hand of Apparition which would be crucial to their success.

"For the first maybe two wizards on your list Harry, we could probably just sneak in and get an idea of the place and then Apparate when their guard is down. But once they figure this out, we'll have to come up with something else" Hermione told them once they had it down.

"Okay, but we need more attack curses or something" Ron said. "I mean stunning people and giving them full body locks are okay, but we're going against people who want to kill us."

"Yeah, you have any defense against that?" Harry asked "I really don't wanna get my ass kicked by Avada Kedavra again."

"I'm not sure, we could write our own but we wouldn't be able to know if it worked till the spell was cast against us." Hermione answered. "Until then, let's work on our accuracy with the attack spells we do have. When we hit the fuckers, we have to hit them strong."

The boys were shocked to here Hermione swear, but didn't say anything. This was war they were preparing for and there was no more use for mentally censoring their language.

Two months later they were all really mastering their spells and getting their targets. But Harry was uneasy about something.

"We need something, an edge the enemy won't have" he said one day over lunch in the cave.

"Like what? This was all I could find in our books. Sure we could make our own spells but I've never done it before." Hermione said. "I think this all we can do with magic."

Harry thought about it. Was magic really the only way to go?

"I think I have it!" Harry exclaimed after a moment. "We'll use guns. Something those cock-suckers have never seen before. That'll get them on their toes."

"Yeah, I heard my dad talking about those!" Ron added. "He has a bunch in his office, most wizards have never seen one before."

Harry was dumbfounded. "You mean to tell me your dad has guns? Fuck yeah! Were the hell is he? We need to start practicing with those so hopefully he's got some bullets too."

Ron led the way to his dad's office in the ministry. Mr.Weasley was reluctant to give them away but once he understood their cause and how nothing would stop them, he gave in. "Just give them back when you're done" he said jokingly and showing his belief they would be fine in the end. Unfortunately there were not many bullets but with a few duplication spells there were soon plenty to go around.

They were soon practicing with the guns but to be on the safe side used silencers and charms to make them quiet. After experimenting with them for a while they discovered a simple shield spell could block the bullets.

"They're not dumb-asses, they're gonna figure that one out fast" Harry said.

"Why don't we charm them so they go through the shield" Hermione said "but then again, what's to stop them from going through walls and hitting all other people in their path? Damn, that won't work."

"Well at least we have them and they'll work for at least part of the assaults, but we definitely need some other weapons. Do you know of any specially charmed swords or knives, things like that?" Harry asked.

"Grffindoor's sword comes to mind," Hermione said, "but I don't think the sorting hat would let you use it out of revenge."

"We could always take a trip to Diagon Alley" Ron suggested.

Diagon Alley was sufficient for most of the weapons Ron and Hermione thought useful but it was obvious after a few hours of shopping that Harry was looking for something special. It was in Knockturn Alley that he found what he was looking for. Although most of the items there were cursed, once he threw enough galleons around he found some powerful magic items.

"These, my lad, are my best shit," the shopkeeper said, whose name was easily forgotten. He laid before Harry three daggers and four swords. The shopkeeper swore they weren't cursed, but who could you trust in Knockturn Alley?

Harry glanced at the weapons. "There's nothing here I want." Harry walked up to the shopkeeper. "I think you're hiding something."

The man wasn't short but compared to Harry, who must've grown a foot over summer, he was tiny.

"Lad, you must have me confused with someone else. Just 'cause I work in Kockturn Alley doesn't mean I'm a crook."

Harry looked at the man. "Yes, maybe I'm mad," Harry said, "you cannot possibly have Japanese steal." The man's eyes turned to an expression of shock. "You couldn't possibly have a Hattori Hanzo sword, this is just a bunch of worthless crap."

The shopkeeper threw his hand down for Harry had decisively made this a matter of pride. He knew from the get-go that this man had it, he'd gotten this information out of a drunk at the Three Broomsticks the other day. Now he was surely moments from attaining the sword.

"I have the sword, but it's not for sale. It was my brother's, he got it from Hanzo himself, worth a fortune."

"Well lucky for you I have a fortune to blow. How much you want?"

Harry got the sword and a few other weapons in Diagon Alley for Hermione and Ron, but it put a major drain in his bank account. It was worth it though, especially for the sword, it was the only weapon on earth that magic couldn't touch. It's beauty and grace matched eerily but somehow perfectly to the death and revenge it would perform. The remaining money of Harry's bank account was spent on numerous potions to heal and cure any injury, plague, or poison except werewolf-ism and, of course, death itself.

A few months later and they were ready. Hermione mastered the spells but was also pretty handy with a submachine gun. Ron was also well rounded, his best work probably with the sniper rifle and daggers. Harry had most of the spells and could manage a gun but spent most of his time with the sword. He felt more complete with it, knowing somehow that the more time he spent practicing, the more it would help him in future battles.

At this point, Harry knew they were ready for the first hit Bellatrix and finding her wasn't that much of a challenge. Again you throw enough galleons around and you can find out almost anything…

Ok end of chapter, but I'd like to thank Shennen for the review and respond that this fic will not become a copy of Kill Bill dialogue. Hopefully I'll get more reviews soon. C ya next chapter.