Authors Note: Just to let everyone know, despite the way they depicted Moody's 'eye' in the new Harry Potter movie, the eye that Harry has in this story does not look anything like that. It appears to be a real eye in every way with the obvious exception that he can use it to see through solid objects and various types of magical concealment. But unlike Moody's he can not use his to see out of the back of his head and such. He can only see at angles that are normal with proper eyes since Moody's is much more advanced. Just thought I should clear that up.

THE NEW ORDER

By

Padfootjr24

Chapter Twenty Three: Ready, Set, Fight

The Dark Lord Voldemort stood inside his 'throne room' as he slowly walked around 'former' Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge and his undersecretary Deloris Umbridge. Since his rebirth the two had had a mutual understanding in regards to their various enemies. Fudge was a man that was easily manipulated. A little gold here and removing a few outspoken critics was all it took to have the Minister bought and paid for. He also had an inflated opinion of his own self worth that Voldemort found laughable. While it was true that the man had made things run smoother for the Dark Lord he was by no means vital to his plans. He was rather weak magically and was not a capable leader nor was he particularly intelligent. Which probably explained why he was fool enough to seek him out once again.

"We've come looking for the protection you promised in the event that we were found out!" Fudge replied in a quiet and frightened voice when the Dark Lord questioned his presence. A loud snort from one of the Death Eaters surrounding the room caused the little coward nearly jump out of his skin but an evil glare from his master silenced the Death Eater though Voldemort himself also looked to find the situation just as humorous.

"You will find, Cornelius, that agreements between various organizations only last for as long as both parties are capable of upholding their own end of whatever deal they had between them. You are no longer in any position to be of any further use to me so I'm afraid that I must sever all ties between us. Kill him!" Voldemort chuckled as he looked at the witch at Fudge's side. A sudden movement beside him drew his attention but it was too late. The one thing that stood out in his mind the most as the green light of the Killing Curse closed the short distance was the shock he felt as he noticed that his Senior Undersecretary had been left with her wand while his was taken before they were brought to the Dark Lord's Headquarters.

Before Fudge's body even hit the floor Lucius Malfoy stormed into the room in a dead sprint and approached his master. The Dark Lord whirled around to face the man just as he was raising his wand, intent on teaching his servant the wisdom of manners but stopped suddenly when his red eyed gaze locked in on the black envelope that was clutched in the man's hands.

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As the minutes ticked by every member of the Raiders had found their own place, whether it was within Harry's house or their own with their families, to be alone with their thoughts as the time for action drew closer. If everything went as planned only Harry would ever be in any real danger but even that thought did nothing to help everyone's mood in any significant way or maybe it was that particular thought that contributed to everyone's frayed nerves. Harry had worked hard to earn the respect of the men and women that fought with him and they are, no doubt, uncomfortable with him taking such a risk. Another detail that weighed heavily on everyone's mind was the 'warning' he had given Voldemort about killing any Death Eater that tried to interfere. For everything to go smoothly the Death Eaters had to be kept out of the fight and to be taken seriously they would have to make good on their promise even though the vast majority of them had never taken a life before.

It had been decided early on that everyone would participate in the day's 'festivities' but with Marietta now up and about they had to make a decision about what to do with her. Harry and just about everyone else wanted to simply tell her to sit this one out since she had only been training for a few days and she hadn't really had much time to familiarize herself with every detail of their plan. However Harry, and those that thought as he did, were silenced when Snape agreed with her and Susan on the matter, pointing out that it would certainly be better for her to get a bit of experience in a fight that was staged rather than one that would be deadly and unpredictable. Harry acknowledged his point with only a grunt. He had no problem with the older Ravenclaw helping out but since he had first come up with this idea he had planned it with an exact number of people in mind and Marietta's presence threw that off. Granted it probably wouldn't make much difference but you always want things to go as close to as planned as possible.

As an added precaution Harry would be wearing Snape's old battlerobes with the normal concealment charms instead of his own to prevent Voldemort from realizing that they were an exact copy of those of his new allies. Marietta had also been given the last of the basilisk skin robes and Harry intended for her to get a second wand as soon as possible. Harry decided that he would have to talk to Dumbledore after this was over about getting his hands on some more basilisk skin to make some more robes. No doubt it will be expensive as hell, if he could even find some, but it would clearly be well worth any price.

The robes he had borrowed from Snape were made out of the metallic gray scales of a Ukrainian Ironbelly. Though they were not as strong as those of a basilisk, the dragon's scales are stronger than that of any other breed. The style was similar to his own robes with four thick straps that buckled the front of the robe tightly across the chest and stomach before it flared just slightly below the waist where there was a slits up the front and the back to give his legs plenty of mobility without hindering him. The only difference between the two in overall appearance was that Snape's robes had no hood which he didn't mind since he wouldn't be needing it anyway.

"Harry?" His head shot up as he heard the soft voice that had entered his room. A small smile crept across his lips as he saw Tonks leaning into his doorway. His smile faded however when he saw the worry in her eyes as she looked at him. He could easily guess what thoughts occupied her mind at the moment. It was the same for everyone in the house. "Its time." Closing his eyes slightly, he nodded and stood up from the couch and joined her out in the hallway. Without another word said they silently moved through the hallway and down the stairs. After reaching the sitting room they needed to wait less than five minutes before everyone was gathered together and ready, though Bill did look a little pale.

"Calm down Bill, it won't be that bad. At the moment he needs us, and he knows it. He won't try anything while we are offering to kill his most powerful enemies." Harry whispered into the man's ear as he laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. Bill looked as if he wanted to contradict him but he couldn't seem to get the words out. Not wanting him to get worked up Harry backed away and turned back to everyone else. "Susan, Marietta, make sure you stay at Snape's side at all times, no excuses. Let's go, good luck." He finished and everyone began activating their portkeys. With the exception of Harry, Tonks, Bill, and John, everyone was taking one of two portkeys that would take two separate groups to different locations. Unspeakable safe houses.

"Guys, don't go getting yourselves killed." Harry said with a small grin before he pulled Tonks into a deep kiss. His action took the older woman be surprise but she quickly gave in and returned the kiss with just as much passion as Bill and John looked on with amusement. After several moments Harry backed away, much to Tonks' annoyance, as he tried to catch his breath. "You better get going." All three nodded solemnly before casting the charms on their hoods to conceal their identity and each hold of a piece of parchment.

"Be careful Harry." Tonks said in a worried tone before all three were whisked away. Harry let out a deep sigh and took a seat on the couch while he waited for his own portkey to activate.

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Bill, Tonks and John landed hard outside of room number six above the Serpent's Lair Pub in Knockturn Alley. Looking back and forth they found no one else in the corridor with them so they simply entered the room without knocking. If they were surprised that they were not the first ones to arrive they certainly didn't show it but it took restraint to suppress the shivers that threatened to break out as they looked around at the room full of at least twenty Death Eaters. In the center of this gathering was Lord Voldemort himself. When the door closed behind them Bill turned to the Dark Lord and cocked his head slightly to the side as if he were looking for something.

"You're late." Old Snake Face growled with impatience but the three new arrivals didn't seem the least bit concerned.

"I said ten o'clock, it is just before ten now. I'm not late, you simply got here early." Bill replied in the same deep voice that Harry had used previously. The Death Eaters looked on in glee as they expected their master to draw his wand and teach these people a lesson for speaking to their better in such a way. But much to their shock and confusion Voldemort didn't even reach for his wand much less curse the man. That is all except Lestrange and Malfoy were surprised.

Both Tonks and John were standing just behind Bill's shoulders and made a show of being ready incase any Death Eater attempted to harm 'their' master. Bill for his part was standing in a relaxed position as he leaned slightly on one leg to hopefully make the height difference between Harry and himself harder to detect. He was very happy that Harry was able to both intimidate and intrigue Voldemort because as he took a quick glance around the room he knew for a fact that the odds of making an escape would definitely not be in their favor. Most of the men and women in this room he would be hard pressed to defeat one on one. He didn't know how many Death Eaters it would take to kill him and his two companions but he surely knew how many they would use if this situation were to go bad.

Around the room were twenty of the most powerful Death Eaters around including Bellatrix, her husband Rodolphus and his brother Rabastan. Lucius Malfoy, Nott, Dolohov and Avery. Even Narcissa Malfoy was present. Though he obviously didn't want to be there he figured it was best that Harry wasn't. Considering both Peter Pettigrew and Deloris Umbridge were standing at the back of the room he didn't think Harry would be able to control his rage if he saw the two of them.

"Well, where are your men attacking?" Voldemort asked, breaking the silence though he tried his best to make it sound polite. Bill turned his attention back to the Dark Lord and stood without a word for a few moments. Opening the front of his robes he withdrew three portkeys and tossed them onto the nearby bed.

"The book will take you to the general location of a safe house operated by the Unspeakables were they hold bi-weekly meetings. The blank sheet of parchment will take you to a clearing in the Forbidden Forest. Dumbledore likes to walk the grounds of Hogwarts at the same time every morning. He's as predictable as he is weak. And finally, the watch will take you outside the ruins of the Potter ancestral home in Godric's Hollow in Wales. I'm sure you're familiar with the area." Bill explained in a sneering tone. "To activate them merely say Acerbus Grim."

"Acerbus Grim?" Voldemort asked with a raised eyebrow.

"One of many names I have used over the years." Bill explained with a shrug of his shoulders before his calm demeanor once more turned cold. "I will warn you once more. Your men will die a slow painful death if they attempt to interfere, so I suggest you impress upon them the need for restraint. Now, I must go prepare for Mr. Potter's arrival. He will no doubt be very confused as to how he had come to be at his family home, I'd hate for him to be left to his own devises for to long." Not bothering to wait for a reply Bill, Tonks and John immediately activated their portkeys as Bill headed to Wales while Tonks and John went to Hogwarts.

Silence reigned for several minutes as no one dared to speak as their master cursed and muttered to himself. If the Death Eaters had their way they sure as hell wouldn't go. After all, if these people were who they said they were than Potter and Dumbledore will be dead and everything will be fine and they risk nothing. On the other hand if they weren't than they could all find themselves in a prison cell by the end of the day if it was a trap.

Voldemort knew perfectly well that this could possible be some elaborate trick by Dumbledore but he would risk everything he had to make sure because he certainly couldn't allow someone else to succeed where he has failed.

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Juan and his twin brother Steven stood among the trees atop a hill that overlooked an old dilapidated manor house that appeared to be ready to collapse in on itself. It was over run with vegetation and it was obvious that no one had occupied it for several generations. Both men were wearing their battlerobes and the concealment charms on their hoods were already in place when a faint pop was heard be hind them. Their heart beat immediately quickened and they were dying to reach for their wands but neither even bothered to turn around to face the new arrivals.

"Who are you?" Both men grimaced slightly at the sickeningly sweet and suspicious voice before Juan turned his head slightly to see eight masked Death Eaters standing with their hands hovering over their wands. From what he had heard from Harry and others he had no doubt that that voice could only be from Umbridge and he had to prevent himself from laughing at the idea that Voldemort would welcome such inept witches and wizards into his inner circle.

"You are here to watch, not ask questions that are none of your concern." Juan said in a quiet but dangerous voice before turning his attention back to the scene in front of him. They could both here several of the Death Eaters growling in anger and some muttered threats but it would seem that none of them wanted to challenge them for the time being. After a few minutes of indecision they cautiously approached and looked down at the house in confusion. A few of them scoffed at the idea that Unspeakables would use such a ruin but they were quickly silenced when three cloaked men or women suddenly appeared about fifty yards from the house. The three surveyed their surroundings carefully with their wands in their hands before they slowly began walking towards the house.

"And this is supposed to be a secure location. Paranoid fools." Someone snorted at the Unspeakables behavior.

"They should be, someone has warned them of a possible attack." Steven said in a sneering tone as he seemed to look at the group of Death Eaters accusingly. "They are taking more precautions than normal. Two lookouts are hidden on the roof and two more positioned at the door, all other entrances are barricaded." Only after he said this did they seem to notice the men at the door but only when they saw a slight shimmer of a disillusionment charm were they able to locate one of the men on the roof.

"That should be the last of them." Juan muttered as the three men entered the house. For ten minutes no one made a sound as they all watched intently for even the slightest sign of fighting. A few of the Death Eaters were starting to get restless but froze for a moment when a number of rapid flashes lit up through the windows, however neither the guards at the doors or on the roof appeared to see or hear anything unusual.

"What was that?" One of the Death Eaters asked in a nervous tone. "How did your men get inside?" Steven turned around slowly to face him and the man seemed to grow even more tense with a metallic looking shield seemingly glaring back at him.

"An Unspeakable offered his services to my master and he brought two of our colleagues into the house before the others arrived." He answer after a moments pause as if he were thinking over the idea if he should tell them or not.

"What did he want in return?" The same man asked in a strained voice. He, as were the other Death Eaters, was clearly surprised that their 'master' was able to turn one of the Department's top agents when Voldemort himself couldn't even discover their identities.

"Does it matter? The man is probably dead already." Steven replied in an offhand manner before turning back around just in time to see a figure climb out of the window on the upper floor and make their way out onto the roof. At the same time three more figures wearing familiar green robes appear at the apperation point used only minutes earlier by the Unspeakables but unlike those other men and women these three just stood there and stared forward towards the house without moving a muscle.

After shouting a quick word into the house the two Unspeakables stationed at the door slowly advanced away from the house before coming to a rest about thirty yards away from the three unknown men as the two guards on the roof looked on. Almost without warning two of the unknowns broke into a run at an ungodly speed and closed the distance between them and the Unspeakables before they could even send one curse. Not even bothering to draw their wands the two used their superior speed to lock their arms around the men and twisting the heads violently. Barely three seconds had gone by and the Unspeakables lay motionless on the ground after apparently suffering broken necks. Moments later two more bodies impacted the ground after they had been thrown off the roof.

The Death Eaters looked on with their eyes and mouths wide open in shock. They simple couldn't believe that it was over that fast. Clearly they were expecting a prolonged firefight at the very least, there was more action in a herbology class with first year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students. Those that had entertained the idea of attacking the unknown men with them for their attitudes quickly changed their minds due to the ease at which only a handful of their associates seemed to defeat an overwhelming Unspeakable force.

"How long?" Steven asked, snapping the Death Eaters out of their stupors. Looking to the other man they saw him looking down at a watch in disgust.

"Two minutes nine seconds. They are getting lazy." Juan snapped back as he looked back up to the now burning house before shaking his head in disbelief. Without another word the two men activated their portkeys and vanished, leaving the Death Eaters standing around looking down at the flaming house with chalk white faces as they thanked whatever deity that may be listening that these men seemed to be allies rather than enemies.

Snape, Susan and Marietta appeared not far from the rundown house that at one time might have been quite beautiful. Unfortunately right now was not a time for site seeing. After arriving Snape took a quick glance up towards the hillside where he knew the Death Eaters were watching from before turning his complete attention to the situation in front of him. He couldn't help but smirk with pride as he caught a glimpse of Blaise as she made her way onto the roof before disappearing. She may be young but she was already well versed in the art of stealth. He was snapped out of his musing when the two 'Unspeakables' at the door noticed their arrival and 'attempted' to raise the alarm before coming out to meet them.

"Go!" Snape said simply and Susan and Marietta discreetly cast the fleetfoot charm on their legs before breaking into a run towards their opponents. He hardly had time to blink before the two men were down. "This is so undignified." He groaned as he slowly approached the house. The idea of fighting an imaginary fight for the benefit of a few clueless simpletons seemed beneath him somehow. Momentarily cringing as the bodies of the two guards on the roof impacted the ground he quickly instructed the two young witches to levitate the four bodies inside as he stalked into the house ahead of them. As he walked through the door he didn't bother to look around at his surroundings he just made a beeline towards the two men standing in the middle of the room, right next to a rather large pile of motionless bodies.

"Is everything ready?" He asked crisply as he kept his eyes locked on the two in front of him rather than the grizzly sight just meters away.

"Snape, everything was ready before we even got here." A man named James Patterson answered sarcastically but quickly continued when faced with Snape's furious glare. But to put your mind at ease, yes, we went through and double checked all the charms and made sure they were set right." Patterson was a good man but his love for sarcasm and creative double meanings greatly annoyed the potions master to no end. With a growl he spun on his heel and stalked back across the room to where Susan and Marietta had just deposited the prone bodies of the four men. With a few waves of his wand the charms they were under were lifted and the four rose to their feet as he eyed two of them in particular.

"Did the dampening charms hold, no injuries?" He asked curiously.

"They held just fine. I must admit that the idea of getting thrown off a roof wasn't very appealing but it was actually a refreshing experience. Didn't even feel the landing at all."

"That is so gross." Susan said as she looked at the many bodies in the center of the room with disgust. "They look so real."

"Of course they do." Blaise's voice echoed down the stairs. "Dumbledore is a transfiguration master for a reason after all." Snape raised an amused eyebrow and others chuckled as Blaise happily skipped down the final four steps to stand next to Marietta who didn't seem to keen on getting any closer.

"Alright, let's get out of here." Everyone seemed to agree and quickly activated their portkeys as Snape spoke a lengthy incantation causing numerous fires to breakout around the house from previously charmed locations.

Voldemort appeared in the countryside of Wales along with Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange and Peter Pettigrew at his side. All four had their wands drawn, preparing to strike in case they were led into a trap. Voldemort and his two top Death Eaters were very professional in their movements as they took in their surroundings for any possible threat, however Wormtail seemed to just flounder about hopelessly. Scanning the area they noticed they were standing in a lush green field with a small village in the distance. Voldemort gazed at what was left of the Potters' ancestral home with a thin lipped smirk. Peter however refused to look, diverting his eyes in every other direction. It did not take them long to locate their mysterious ally that they knew only as Acerbus Grim as he was standing some twenty yards away from the house with his eyes locked on a specific location. At the moment he didn't seem to be paying them any attention though they knew he was aware of their presence.

Stretching his magical senses Voldemort could feel the numerous wards surrounding the area, many of which had been established centuries ago ensuring that the muggles living in the area would not notice anything 'unusual'. What confused him, however, was the rather recent casting of an anti-portkey ward. With the ward active, how were they able to pass through. Looking down at the watch in his hand. Casting a few charms he was surprised to see that although it was a portkey, it was of a construction he had never encountered before and would be hard pressed to replicate. He looked sharply towards the man and just stared as his mind was working overtime. He had heard rumors that Potter had managed to acquire Portkeys similar to this but he hadn't believed it. With such knowledge he could easily pass through the wards of Hogwarts or the Ministry and overwhelm them. But how was this achieved? This train of thought was interrupted when the tell tale sound of a portkey reached his ears. Lifting his head swiftly he saw Potter appear stumbling in the very spot his attacker seemed to be expecting him.

Harry looked around in surprise as he regained his balance. He froze for a moment when he saw Voldemort and his three lackeys but the surprise on his face quickly gave way to hatred. He locked eyes with the Dark Lord and though he would never admit it Voldemort did NOT like the power that seemed to be dancing in his eyes like green flame. With one fluid movement Harry drew his wand and removed the concealment charms he customarily kept on his battlerobes to reveal the silver colored scales that made up the robes he had borrowed from Snape. With a few measured steps he began stalking towards the Death Eaters and their master with rage pouring out of him. Though it took a great deal of effort Voldemort was the only one capable of hiding his shock at the situation. Potter was actually willing, eager even, to try to take all four of them on. Granted Wormtail is a disgrace to the name of wizard but Bellatrix and Lucius are the strongest of the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord himself has the power and skill to rival that of Dumbledore. Clearly the boy was completely insane.

However Harry didn't get very far since he seemed to overlook the man that was standing not far away from the spot the portkey had brought him. Spinning around swiftly with a cry of 'ASTIUM TEBIUS' a golden shield flared to life just in time to block the sickly green curse that was streaking towards him. He paused and looked at his new opponent in surprise for a moment as his eyes flickered towards Voldemort several times. Making a show of sizing his opponent up Harry 'seemed' to decide that at the moment this man was a much greater threat. With one last glance towards Voldemort and his servants Harry burst into action. Moving quickly he began firing curse after curse as he drifted towards the right so that so that while he was fighting Voldemort would still be in his line of sight.

As they watched Harry casting almost repeatedly all four spectators were greatly shocked to see Harry bloody Potter easily using many little known and powerful dark arts curses as if he were born knowing them. Though Voldemort himself could not determine the power level of the spells used from that distance they could all feel the tremendous amounts of dark magic in the air. And the skill and ease which these spells were deflected was equally surprising.

Apparently bored with the situation 'Acerbus' decided that now was the time to go on the offence. At first Harry seemed surprise when the man started firing curses of his own but he quickly composed himself enough to fend off the attacks, though he was hard pressed. Once again Harry's knowledge of the dark arts astounded Voldemort and his followers. It appeared that he not only studied how to cast the curses themselves but read enough and practiced enough to counter them. The clearly did not like this development but Malfoy, Lestrange and Pettigrew seemed to be in awe of the skill 'Acerbus' was showing. He easily defended all of Potter's attacks and then put him on the defensive and the man hadn't even moved a step.

All four, Voldemort included, blinked stupidly for a moment when a spell shattered Potter's shield and sent the boy crashing to the ground. At the rate the duel was progressing they almost expected it to go on forever without either combatant landing a blow. Harry tried to get to his feet quickly but he still had to ward off the other man's attack. Voldemort watched on in glee as Harry was hit with curse after curse and his physical condition was rapidly deteriorating. At one point Harry had reacted too slowly and taken a powerful cutting curse to the left side of his chest, slicing right through his robes. Thankfully the robes took the brunt of the force but the cut was still deep enough to bleed though it was not life threatening. Bill almost froze in shock when the curse hit but quickly composed himself after determining that it wasn't as bad as it looked. With one final spell Bill once again sent Harry slamming into the ground which caused him to lose hold of his wand.

For a moment Voldemort stiffened as he watched Harry trying to pull himself back up to his feet with Acerbus just watching with a detached curiosity, like he was wondering if the boy had anything left. He stood unmoving, allowing Harry to flounder about until he managed to get to his knees. Apparently thinking that he had no more fight left in him Acerbus took a few steps towards him and clearly said, "Goodbye, Mr. Potter." Before raising his wand once again. Moments before Voldemort had come to a decision. He could not let someone else succeed where he has failed numerous times. It sets a bad example for his Death Eaters.

Magically enhancing his speed Voldemort nearly flew towards the two fighters before casting a powerful shield to separate the two. The same shield Harry himself had used when he confronted the Order in the great hall when the robbed Hogwarts. Acerbus lowered his arm and just watched the scene unfold in a calm manner. Voldemort however was quite smug as he looked down at Harry and echoed Acerbus' words. "Goodbye Mr. Potter." He sneered as he raised his wand.

Harry looked up and the Dark Lord was momentarily caught off guard by the hatred in his eyes, a mistake that Harry took full advantage of. With a swift movement he reached into the sleeve of his robe and ripped his basilisk fang wand off of his left wrist. Voldemort's eyes went wide and the killing curse was on his lips but he was to late.

"REDUCTO!" He shouted loudly and he grinned in satisfaction when the red light of the explosion curse slammed into Voldemort's chest sending him flying through the air only to slam into the unforgiving surface of his own shield before dropping to the ground in a heap. The three Death Eaters broke into a run to rush to their fallen master's side but Acerbus stood just on the other side of the shield and looked down at the Dark Lord in amusement as he chuckled lightly. Taking advantage of the time Harry quickly summoned his other wand and activated his portkey. Unfortunately and unnoticed by everyone else, even Bill, just before it whisked him away a man had appeared seemingly out of no where and latched on to his back, vanishing with him.

Almost lazily Acerbus raised his wand yet again and with a simple word Voldemort's shield dropped. Voldemort was lying on his back coughing violently as the gaping hole in his chest seemed to be repairing itself at an incredible rate. Bill had to fight to keep from throwing up at the sight but took a great deal of satisfaction for the fact that the man was in a lot of pain. Malfoy, Lestrange and Pettigrew looked on in horror at what happened to their master but knew that if they tried to assist him in any way they would be greatly punished.

"You feel it now don't you?" Bill asked smugly. The Dark Lord's chest appeared to be nearly completely repaired by now but he would certainly be feeling that for a while, not to mention the magical exhaustion he would surely suffer due to such a recovery. Voldemort's teeth were clenched tightly in pain but his eyes held confusion at the question. "Your fear, Potter's fist growing tighter around your heart." He explained and merely chuckled darkly at the murderous look in his crimson eyes before he removed a thick silver ring from his pocket.

"When you decide that you wish to stop acting like a child and take the situation seriously I will be waiting. Simply place your message within this ring and say my name." Was all he said before dropping the ring on the ground next to the Dark Lord before he walked away laughing. Moments later he was gone, leaving behind three very frightened Death Eaters and one enraged and weak Dark Lord.

TBC

Sorry for the delay but hey, you know how it is. Next chapter shouldn't take nearly as long since I have no homework or research papers to do.

The fight with Dumbledore at Hogwarts will be at the beginning of the next chapter. I found it rather difficult to write three fight scenes for one chapter so I decided to do it this way and get another chapter out before Christmas.

I would like to thank whoever it was that reviewed under the name of guess with the suggestion for the name Acerbus Grim. I was leaning towards Kane but that is much better.

Also I would like to thank everyone who has either nominated or voted for my stories for the fanfic awards at This story has been nominated for the best independent Harry category and Lord of Azkaban has been nominated for best Azkaban story so once again thank all of you that have read this story.