Disclaimer:look at chapter 6.

Gratitude for less misspellings and a much smoother reading goes to my betas, Dragonbard and Ben Watts. Thanks guys!

This story is AU including a different time setting. Here Harry was born 1990.

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A New Order?

Marcus Flint cowered in fear. It was his time to receive the Dark Mark and he had been looking forward to it for a long time. He'd had a most enjoyable evening, torturing a muggle family. In particular he had enjoyed the rape of the daughter and the older female while the male had bleed to death from his wounds, immobilising him. Forcing him to watch the torment of his wife and daughter was perhaps the most powerful thing that the large Slytherin had ever felt. He had then killed both females. And as he now kneeled before his Lord, Voldemort suddenly began to scream and he pressed his hands into the sides of his head. Marcus feared for his life. He knew the Dark Lord would not be pleased that one of his followers had seen him weak. Marcus swallowed. No, the Dark Lord was not weak. He had no weakness. This was… what ever it was, it was not a weakness. His Lord was being attacked. Yes, his Lord was fighting; fighting the weak half bloods, and muggleborn, that must be it; he was fighting for the superiority of all pure blooded wizards.

Marcus had always believed in pureblood superiority, but he had seen the decline in influence, wealth, and status all pure families had once held. It had, in fact, been families like those repugnant Weasleys, which had opened his eyes. He saw how the Ministry had become poisoned by muggleborns, as they gained positions that should have been restricted to purebloods. The halfblooded wizards and witches were even worse, they managed to infiltrate the noble houses, weakening their resolve and tainting their blood.

Marcus Flint had come to the conclusion that if the wizarding world was to survive, then the society had to change. There had been times when those who were inferior had been treated in that way and that had been right and well. Muggleborns were mere servants at best and half bloods had been only slightly more accepted because they, at least, had some wizarding blood.

The decline began with the founding of Hogwarts. A few misguided purebloods had started to educate those inferior in the same way as purebloods. They had started a process that, over the next millennium had brought the wizarding world to value knowledge higher than ancestry. This had opened the floodgates to the intermingling of socially non-interchangeable groups. Today half-blooded wizards could even assume the position of the head of a family, even if there was a pureblood available, just because the halfblood was nearer to the family line. Things like this compromised traditions and could not be accepted. The heir to a family had to always be pure blooded. Marcus agreed with the Dark Lord with all his heart. Halfbloods and the muggleborn had to be put back were they belonged, in the shadows, beneath their betters - the pure bloods. They had to be reinstated to their primary use, what they were best suited for; toys for pleasure, disposable servants, and nothing more.

To Marcus Flint muggles were even of less worth. They were like cattle, like worker-ants. Not really worthy of thought. He knew very well that wizards did not plant or grow, and that no wizard would ever work in production. That was the place for muggles. What he didn't understand, was the strict conduct of secrecy. Muggles should be made aware of their place in the world, for it should be known that there is far superior type of human – the wizards. Muggles were inferior. Nobody would ever deny that. They should be treated as inferiors. They shouldn't be allowed to exist without wizard permission. Muggles had their uses but these did not qualify them for living lives in their own way. No need for muggle government, because they were unable to make decisions anyway, not knowing the facts of the world. Wizards should stand, and have the weak do their biding, disposing of any that resisted. Only wizards had the knowledge, the strength of will, and the mental disposition, to make difficult decisions of life and death.

Flint, lost in his thoughts had not realised the end of the attack and that the Dark Lord was gathering himself. His eyes had remained downcast so he missed the look of disgust on Voldemort's face. He did notice, however, when Voldemort's anger focused on him.

"Crucio"

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Harry, Ginny, and Hermione, stormed into the living room, with Ginny clutching an enormous apple in her hand. The adults, lips twitching over the teens' behaviour, were unable to make anything from their babble.

"…elemen…"

"…horrible risk…"

"…fantastic…"

Eventually Dumbledore waved the Teens to silence, smuggling.

"If you could just try and line the information up, instead of offering everything at once, we could actually take in what you are talking about."

The three teens looked embarrassed at each other. They had behaved like children.

Finally, Ginny exploded. "I evoked an elemental servant, a humus one to be exact."

The adults, with the exception of Tom, looked a little lost, so Ginny explained further.

"We have read about the existence of the elements of earth or humus, ore, ice, water, air, fire and force. Each element with the, again assumed, exception of force has more or less sentient entities. These are the Elemental servants, jinn, elemental masters and The Lord of the element. They can be evoked, or more correctly, summoned, and asked for services."

Ginny looked at Tom who nodded and she went on.

"What I just did, as an experiment, was to summon an elemental servant of humus and ask it to manifest an apple for me. He complied, and voila." Ginny proudly presented the big apple to the adults. "Before you start about risks; these elementals are not evil, they are, in fact, unable to be evil. They are manifestations of nature, spirits of the element, specifically growth and such for humus, except that they can be asked to serve, and may or may not do so. They will, however, not harm you, even if can be made to harm people."

Dumbledore stroke his beard. "Will you please join us in our discussion? We must, once again, establish what we are dealing with. Besides, we have some other things to discuss that seem to be non-magical as well."

Harry sat down, his fiancés beside him; he was not listening to the ongoing discussion but he was thinking about some of the changes he had noticed, in the adults, and the general situation.

Dumbledore had seemed to make an effort to include him more, just as he had promised. This, by extension, included his friends.

Mrs. Weasley acted as though she had finally realised that he was no longer a child and treated Ginny the same. Maybe the shock of losing another son, this time with no way back, had enforced this. Or it might just have been the engagement, Harry would likely never know.

Remus was more relaxed than Harry had ever seen him before. Observing the last living friend of his father, he smiled, seeing him sitting close to Tonks, which was likely to be the explanation of his newly refreshed joy of life. Harry himself felt it as well. Some things had definitely changed for the better in the last few weeks. His thought darkened when he came to Ron's death. There would always be a hole in his life. Harry had not been there for his friend, he had not been able to help, to rescue him. He took comfort in knowing Ron had died with a smile on his lips, a hero in his own right. Harry knew that heroes died, eventually. Ron had left happy, just a Sirius. There were holes in his life, but he had Ginny and Hermione in his life now. No, not now, he'd had them before, this, however, had a new quality. He knew they wouldn't leave; they'd stay with him forever. They loved him and this gave him a whole new view on the world and especially on Voldemort. 'I should really call him Riddle, as Ginny does, people wouldn't flinch every time he's mentioned, AND, it would wind him up.' His attitude towards Riddle had changed drastically. He was no longer a looming catastrophe. He was a threat. Not only to him, this, he had known for a long time. What had changed was that the threat was, to Harry at least, no longer a personal one. Riddle was still dangerous, but the danger, the threat Harry felt, was no longer directed completely against him. He would have lived with the constant threat, and would just have retaliated to any action Riddle took. Like he had to the… capturing… of Sirius. No, Riddle was now a direct threat to Hermione and Ginny. Harry would not endure that. Riddle could threaten Harry as much as he wanted BUT he better not threaten the girls.

At that instant, Harry finally understood something that Ron had said, about acting instead of reacting. They had been playing a game of chess (what else) and Harry had lost (again.) Ron had sighed. "You know, mate, you should really stop trying to just react to my moves. If you'd just come up with your own plan to win, then act on it, adjusting to my actions, then you'd at least stand a chance."
Harry vowed to his dead friend that he would take those words to heart.

The games he played with Tom had helped him come to understand that success often came at a price. Sometimes it would cost lives and it would always cause some form of suffering. That was what heroes were for. They were the ones who fought and suffered for the innocent, for those who weren't strong, or determined, enough, those who could not, or would not, fight. Time and time again, Harry had seen his new friend using their heroes influence in the gameworld to strength their position, to gain advantages. Not for themselves, but for the cause. Harry now realised he had not thought of this… until now. He'd never use his fame for himself, but to guarantee the safety of Hermione and Ginny, he would use it, without regret. His fame would be a tool, nothing more.

And then Harry saw the change, the only really important one. He would go after Riddle. No longer react but hunt him down. He posed a threat to Ginny and Hermione.

"We will stop observing and protecting. We will start attacking, hunting down his Death Eaters, and finally Riddle himself."

All voices died. The silence was total. All faces turned towards him. "What has been achieved so far? Are there fewer Death Eaters? Is the Ministry actively doing anything to solve the problem? Nothing is done, no progress is being made, and the situation is neither contained nor controlled. The Death Eaters are free before the cell doors are even closed either due to Riddle breaking them free or to Fudge letting them go. Riddle is give free rain to do what ever he pleases. Combat poses no threat to the Death Eater, they get stunned and that's it. It's the others who do the dieing. It is nice to be a Death Eater you have all the perks and virtually no risk involved... BUT THAT WILL CHANGE."

Dumbledore was worried. "Harry, are you saying that we'll fight with the same methods Voldemort uses?"

"No Professor, I don't think so." Tom said. "I think Harry has seen what you have not. The odds are uneven. The risk in this war is with only your side. As soon as you sentence captured Death Eaters to that Dementor's Kiss there will be a risk to them as well. Mr. Dumbledore, you need to realise this is war. There is no winning a war where one side of the combatants fight for survival while the other fights for fun. You will lose unless you sent a clear signal. Surrender or die."

"I will not have us sink to their level. There has to be another way, most of them should be redeemable." Dumbledore firmly stated.

Harry could hardly belief what he heard. "Professor, do you honestly believe someone would kill for a cause they aren't completely sure of? Most of the Death Eaters have been to Hogwarts in the last fifty years. It is more than likely you know each of them to some degree, you would know their background as well. Have you, or other professors, changed your moral attitude in recent years? Have they been brought up to disregard life? Have they not been offered an alternate view to disregarding life?"

Dumbledore searched for any evil within Harry's eyes, when he didn't find it he sighted, in defeat. He knew Harry was right, in his analysis and in his conclusions. "No, you're right. They had every opportunity to change their agenda. I fear, though, what is to become of us if we fight in a war without restrictions. We could lose our humanity, ending up no better than those we would defeat."

Harry saw that the professor had left behind any view of him as a child; he had accepted what he had said and measured it equal to his own views. And he had come to an honest, yet disturbing, conclusion.

"You are right there Professor, we must not allow ourselves to sink that low."

He looked around, seeing agreement. "We cannot kill without need; we will not retaliate on the innocent. We will capture when possible and we will make sure that a fair and just trial is done for each and every person that is accused, this is where veritaserum will be used obligatory."

"But Mr. Potter, we all know what to expect from the ministry. How do you suggest we acquire the necessary cooperation? Veritaserum is also not infallible, it would be foolish to rely on such a thing alone." McGonagall beat Hermione a few seconds to the weakness in the plan.

"We'll make use of my renewed popularity and Professor Dumbledore's positions of power, to force the Ministry to do our biding. We have limited ourselves up till now. I will not allow this anymore. My fame can and will be utilised as needed to bring Riddle down. I don't doubt that veritaserum can be defeated in some way, but there are truth spells within the 'new' magics."

Remus was well aware of Harry's aversion against being in the spotlight. He had to know what changed this attitude. "Harry, are you sure? You never wanted attention and now, suddenly you plan to go all out."

"I know what you are really asking, Moony. Fact is, up 'till now the threat of Riddle was primarily towards me. That is not the case anymore. I could live with the fact of being threatened. But he will not threaten my friends, my Family, anymore. He threatens my future wives and I shall not tolerate this."

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At number four Privet Drive Vernon Dursley was furious. Petunia had told him about the boy leaving day after day after breakfast and not coming back until the late evening. 'Useless no good freak, he knows that there are chores to be done. Heaven only knows what he's doing all day, probably lazing around and annoying decent people.'

He would give the brat a lesson he would never forget. Tonight he would put him to his place, damn all those other freaks. The boy was living under his roof, eating his food, and poisoning his wife and his son with his presence. His kind should be eradicated. They were tainted. He would make sure that the boy knew his place and he would not be able to leave the house again for the summer. This thing was an abomination, a defect in the human race. Those creatures should be sterilised, not necessarily killed outright, they could be useful members of society, after all. But this… this… this abnormality could not be allowed to spread.

Vernon Dursley knew what would help. Just like his sister always had told him, a good beating could cure all wrong behaviour. He would make the boy see his wrongdoings. He would make him see sense.

Harry left Tom's place to walk to his aunt and uncles house just before eight o'clock. Ginny, Hermione and Professor Dumbledore who would apparate the girls to their homes after Harry had reached his aunts accompanied him.

It had been a most productive evening. They had worked on one of Tom's ideas, a really ridiculous one; he had stated the need for an organisation consisting of elite warriors, warriors with strict moral rules. At that point Ginny had done the inevitable; she had mentioned the one group all people associated with fighters of unsurpassed fighting skills and supreme honour. "Like the Knights of the Round Table." Harry and Hermione had looked at each other and groaned. "Oh, no. Tom you are an interfering, manipulating bastard." Harry had had to suppress a grin. Ginny had then made the connection. "Tom?" Her face carried the most innocent expression. "You're suggesting we call this organisation 'The Jedi Knights', aren't you."

Tom looked like a cat being caught stealing the milk. "Erm. Well, we have Lightsabers and you do use something like the force and … it is a thing everybody will recognise as light sided… AND it would be cool!" He now had a pleading look. The teens could no longer hold their laughter. Gasping for air, they listened to Tom explaining the reasons to the adult wizards.

Remus, with the most muggle experience, reminded Tom of one thing. "Most wizards have never seen a Star Wars movie. They wouldn't know Jedi Knights are the good guys." He smiled.

Enthusiastic about his idea Tom answered. "It would have been so cool!" he carried on. "We could all wear distinctive cloaks and …" he stopped as a new wave of laughter hit his friends. "Oh well, maybe not. But it would have been cool." Tom pouted.

It was Hermione who gathered herself as the first of the teens. "On the other hand there'd be a real advantage to Tom's idea." Toms face lit up.

"We would have a common concept and could show the members footage of the expected behaviour and values." "But an Order based on a fictional movie? You think it'd work?" Tonks had some doubts but you could see she liked the idea and wanted to be convinced.

Hermione, her mental abilities working to their maximum replied. "Frankly, I think it would. Muggles would immediately recognise us and probably just shrug it of when they see us walking around. Especially as there is a religious group in existence that calls themselves Jedi Knights, they have been all over the press a few years ago. So if they ever saw us they would search in that direction, reducing the need of secrecy for us. As for wizards, they either know about headline events in the muggle world and we would profit of that or they don't know and would judge us by wizarding press and actual events."

Harry had given this some thought. "You could be right Hermione. One more thing could work in our advantage. The clothing would be easily recognisable, like a uniform, and any Death Eaters would ignore innocents and concentrate on the real threat – us. This would really help reducing casualties."

Ginny nodded, picking up the idea and liking more and more the more she heard about it. "We would restrict the new magic to the order and require an oath from all the members. This would reduce the risk of leakage and almost guarantee superior tools to the members."

Tom bounced on his chair. "Oh Yes! We can do this!" All in attendance looked at him and laughter stroke again.

Suddenly Hermione had looked like a cat thrown in a bowl of cold water. "Ehm, Tom? Did you say 'we have Lightsabers'?"

"Yep." Tom grinned like the Cheshire cat.

"Tom?"

"Yes Hermione?"

"You know there is no such thing as a working Lightsaber."

"Hermione?"

"Yes Tom?"

"I know you are brilliant and all, so you might be able to tell me what this is." He pulled the metallic cylinder of his belt and ignited it. The bright blue blade of his Lightsaber flared into existence.

Hermione looked quite upset. "Ehm. It looks like a Lightsaber. BUT how, when, who…?"

"Magic. I didn't only have Tonks conjure the energy cell you were so upset about. I told her what parts I needed, how they looked and what they did. The things she conjured are working perfect."

"…" Hermione was at a loss, looking for words.

"I have tested it together with Harry; we think it is powered by the energy cell and magic together. The cell seems to use magic to recharge to a certain extent. The blade itself isn't really a laser beam, but a kind of bright manifestation of magical energy. It looks, and works, like a Lightsaber. You can even do the thing Jedi did in the movies."

"huh?"

"You can reflect energy objects like stunners, and absorb unfocused magic."

Hermione sunk into her chair, shaking her head in disbelief.

Dumbledore was curious now. "How long ago have those parts been conjured?"

"I made them almost three weeks ago." Tonks said, wonder in her voice. "They should have vanished after a maximum of 2 weeks. I have never been able to conjure anything that lasted longer."

"Huh?" Tom didn't get it obviously.

So Harry explained. "Conjured things disappear after a time; the magic disintegrates allowing the thing to disappear. The only way to prolong the existence of a conjured thing is to regularly feed magic into them."

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Oh."

Dumbledore had listened intensively to the various statements.

"Mr. Potter" Professor McGonagall smiled at him." A conclusive and correct explanation of a very complex transfiguration problem, ten points to Gryffindor."

Dumbledore smiled now, his eyes twinkling madly. "Yes indeed. And I would award points to Mr. Triebenbacher as well, if he were a student, for pointing towards the resolution of the problem." All of them eyed Dumbledore expectantly now.

"Mr. Triebenbacher, can you recite what you asked Tonks to conjure? The more exact the wording the better."

"I had her conjure the energy cell. I think I said something like. 'It is like the battery, only it is rechargeable, replacing power drawn from it…'"

"Yes this could be the solution. She obviously conjured the cell with the ability to do exactly as you told her to and the magic materialised her intend to have the cell to be self-recharging. The only power available is the surrounding magic by which the magic in the cell is constantly refreshed. As I guess you have the cells magic 'flowing' through your device, like electricity, all parts receive new magic. This stabilises the object. Were you to disassemble it, and store the parts separately, they would disappear. Only the cell would remain." Harry had forgotten the Dumbledore had been the Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts, prior to being Headmaster, but he would never forget that again. The explanation had been complex, but still rather easy to understand.

The four wizards had now reached Number four. Harry kissed his fiancées goodbye nodded to Dumbledore and entered the house, closing the door behind him.

Outside, "Miss Weasley, Miss Granger are you ready to go?" Dumbledore asked. Ginny had looked at the door closing.

"Every time he goes there I have a feeling, a very bad feeling."

"Yes Ginny, I know they despise him. It's up to us to make him happy and loved." Hermione had said.

They turned to leave when they heard something banging violently against the door and a scream of pain.

Dumbledore had never known exactly what went on in Harry's home life. He knew it wasn't perfect, but what he heard now shocked him to his core, freezing him. This wasn't possible. No one would do this to a child, he told himself. Vernon Dursley was shouting at Harry, "YOU INSOLENT BRAT! YOU FREAK; LEAVING THE HOUSE, NOT A SINGLE CHORE DONE; ARE YOU EXPECTING DUDLEY TO DO THEM? I'LL SHOW YOU YOUR PLACE. I WILL BEAT THE UNATURALNESS OUT OF YOU. YOU'R NEVER LEAVING …" Dumbledore heard the sound of something hitting a body again and again. He heard screams of pain. Finally Dumbledore gathered himself. He followed the girls that were running towards the door. Miss Weasley tried to open it but to no avail; Dumbledore apparated into the living room. He saw Petunia Dursley and her son watching something at the door, their faces content. He walked up and found Harry's uncle viciously beating him with a frying pan.

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