(i was tired last night so im fixing it now Howlwas right the format for this chapter is a bit weird)
you all know harry potter belongs to J.K Rowling...at least i hope you do?


Voldemort moved out of Hogwarts with his new death eaters who worked almost mechanically apart from the defiant few. He took them to The Malfoy Estate where he was greeted by his other death eaters.

"Get them trained properly, I don't want them using those useless spells they learnt at their little school" Voldemort ordered.
"Yes my lord" Lucius said bowing before leading the new death eaters into the dungeon.
"Victoria I suggest you take leave" Voldemort said to his Mediterranean shadow. Victoria glared at the other shadow and took leave.
"Little Miss Shadow, why are you crying?" Voldemort sneered with a fake concerned voice. She turned to look at him.

She walked away without speaking.

"They have my friends!" Harry screamed breaking a nearby vase with raw magic.
"We can't do anything about it Harry" Dumbledore said sadly.
"I want war!" Harry said hoarsely his voice cracking.
"You're already in it" Dumbledore said taking off his glasses.

Ron watched as a muggle was tortured. He didn't know that his sister was watching too, hiding behind a column. The muggle was screaming in agony and not an intelligible word was said, the muggle was past saying proper words.

"I want every person you kill to be like this by the end, muggles are worse than the dirt that we walk on" Lucius drawled clearly bored.

Ginny started sobbing as she watched her brother nod his head in agreement.
The worst thing was his eyes were clear he wasn't under the Imperius curse.


Ginny listened to the sound of the running tap in the bathroom .She ran a hand along the black satin sheets, she was sick of crying.
She studied her hand closely. It was smooth, unscarred. It was the opposite of what she was now. Inside she was dying.

Harry ran a hand along his left cheek. There was a large scar there that could be considered mysterious.
"I wonder what Ginny would think of it"
He walked out of his tent and looked at the camp. This was the Order of the Phoenix.
There were about eight million English, two hundred thousand French, one million Italian, four hundred thousand German, twenty thousand Russian and numerous smaller numbers from other allies.

There were ten generals, second in command and their apprentices. In the case of the general killed in combat the second in command would take place. If the second in command was killed or seen unfit then the apprentice would take leadership.

Harry stood at the entrance of the large dark green tent where a court trial was taking place.
"She took my food provisions!" a woman shrieked pointing at a plump woman who was her opponent.
"I didn't take it I swear!" the plump woman said bursting into tears.
"LIAR!" the woman screamed slapping the other woman. The plump woman continued to cry.
"Order in the court!" the judge said clacking his gable.

The two women quieted down.

"Now, Miss Roberts will get double provisions while Miss Green will be cleared of all charges, case closed! Now piss off!" The judge said clearly annoyed.
Miss Roberts took the double provisions glaring at the other woman who glowered angrily at her.
As Miss Roberts walked past Harry, he saw that the tent she went inside had an unwrapped red food provision bag.

Harry then realised, the human race would never win.