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War

Albus sighed as he swirled the Pensieve, banishing the memory that he had just reviewed. It had been three years since he had sent Harry to Japan, and all had seemed to be going well after he was sent. But, disaster struck. Around 5 months after Harry had left; the school was burned down in a surprise attack by hundreds of Death Eaters, and Professor Himura had been killed by Voldemort himself, as he had been as much of a pain as Dumbledore. Unfortunately, no one had survived, and both Harry and his guard had perished. Three years since he had allowed underage wizards to join the Order, though they were hardly underage now.

Albus sighed yet again. The Light had been faring badly with skirmishes with the Dark, lately. With the news of the "Chosen One's" death, the people had given up hope, save for a select few. The Order of the Phoenix was still going, but with the people losing faith, there wasn't much they could do.

Running his hands over his face, Albus started to prepare to go to bed (AN even he has to sleep! Hehe). It was nearly 2 AM, and he hadn't slept for days. Suddenly, Professor Snape bounded into his office, and gasped,

"Death Eater attack….there here." All time seemed to stop for a while, then with a flurry of movement, the old Headmaster swiftly stood up, and followed Snape out of the office.

"Where?" he asked, hurrying out of Hogwarts boundaries.

"The Ministry of Magic, Albus. They are planning to override the Ministry!" Albus paled. The Ministry was weak now, as they had just suffered from a quick, brutal attack only days before. There would not be enough Aurors to fight back.

"Order members are already there?" Albus asked sharply. Snape nodded. "Good." They had now reached the edge of the anti-apparation wards, and they quickly Apparated to the Ministry. They landed in the middle of a wide clearing in front of the Ministry and……

What greeted them was absolute chaos. Curses were flying everywhere, flashes of red, blue, green, gold, and every other color imaginable sped past their ears as they quickly stepped into the fight. Hundreds of Death Eaters shot curse after curse, deadly curses, almost always an Unforgivable.

Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Draco Malfoy were all fighting bravely in the middle of the chaos. They were all turning into a fine wizard, especially Draco, and for the Light. Albus had no doubt that they were holding their own in the battle. After all, they were top Aurors.

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Hours passed. The Light was faring badly against the massive waves of cloaked Death Eaters. As most were injured, they did not have any reinforcements, while the Death Eaters were ready with fresh fighters for every one that went down. It seemed hopeless.

So Dumbledore thought as he fought the forty or so Death Eaters that were pressing in on him. Though he took out foe after foe, a new one just seemed to replace the one that fell. They were rapidly gaining ground on the old wizard, for not even he could defeat that many Death Eaters.

One of the masked figures managed to sneak up on him, as he was fighting about thirty more single-handedly. The Death Eater raised its wand, ready to strike down the leader of the light, when Dumbledore suddenly turned around. Seeing the man, he cried, "Stupefy!" The basic charm held so much power that the follower was thrown halfway across the battlefield, knocking into another clump of Death Eaters.

Turning around to face the tide of dark figures once again, he realized that the only thing the Light could do, with the Death Eaters pressing in on all sides, was to blast as many of them away as they could, and run. He shook off the thought, his everlasting optimism kicking in. They could win this, they could! He knew it!

Suddenly, another of the cloaked figures rushed up to him as he was fighting a mob of unruly Death Eaters. Powerless to stop the oncoming figure, handicapped as he was by his many wounds and the black men pressing in on all sides, he merely watched in horror as the tall figure pointed his wand and started to say, "Avada Ke-"

His curse was cut short as a white blade protruded from his stomach. Blood pulled on the already stained snow as he grunted, then slid off as the blade was pulled out. Standing in the Death Eater's place was a figure cloaked in light blue, hood pulled over its face, carrying a sword that was pulsing with raw magic, the sword tip bloody. Inclining its head politely, it whirled off in a flash of blue, sword gleaming red as it cut down man after man, staining its robe and everything around it.

Albus stared for a little while longer, then, with an incredible speed that a man of his age shouldn't have, whipped up his wand, muttered, "Solaro maxivo", blasted a dozen cloaked figures with a wave of pure gold fire, freeing himself from there oppression.

Looking around, he felt a sinking feeling of dread in his stomach. The Light was losing tremendously to the Dark, no matter how hard they tried. He shook his head, finally unable to see the bright side to this situation. However, he fought on, though in vain.

ya, i know, kinda short! next chapter, i will try to make it longer! Now, with that said, there's only one other thing...

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