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Chapter 1

Prologue: March 13, 1998

As I get ready for war, I look around the room I have spent the last seven years of my life in and contemplate on my life. How from almost ten years ago, I had almost died, to now, what with an army amassing outside the castle that I call my second home. I glance out the window to see how big it is and see thousands of people. All of them wearing hoods and masks. I smirk thinking how fun this is going to be.

"Juno, it's time"

I glance to see my brother standing there, in full armor as white as bone.

I sigh "You know that probably won't do you any good against most spells right?"

Shrugging he says "Maybe, but for the spells it will work will for, will make it useful."

"If you say so. Is everyone ready?"

"I don't know. They are your army. So you tell me."

I glance at the mirror right next to me and smile a smile that may or may not be a little maniacal.

"Oh trust me, after today, no one will challenge us."

"Well then, let's go make history."

I turn putting on my cloak, thinking War has come and he is excited to fight.

Chapter 1: September 1, 1991

Dumbledore looked around the hall at all of the smiling and excited face of his students and couldn't help smiling himself. This was one of his three favorite days of the year, below Christmas, but right above the leaving feast. Though he did sadden as the list for sorting got to the name that he hoped was there but knew it won't be there.

"Harry Potter."

Ten seconds of pure silence, a pin could be heard dropped, before frantic whispers were heard throughout the hall.

Mcgonagall called out the name for a second time, "Harry Potter." Dumbledore stood to make the announcement that he did not want to make, when a voice called out.

"He's dead."

With that statement, more silence reigned, as everyone looked to see who said that. As a cloaked figure stepped forward, most people were wondering who this mysterious figure was. While others noticed that the person was short enough that he could either be a first or second year.

Dumbledore looked to the figure and spoke. "May I ask you, who you are and how do you know this?"

"Sure." Said the cloaked person.

Silence again before Dumbledore chuckled softly.

"Who are you and how do you know this?"

"Well who I am will be known soon enough." As the figure took out an apple out of his pocket and took a bite of it. "As for how I know Harry Potter is dead, I was with him when he died. You could say that his death made me who I am." He laughs as if he made a joke only he knew.

"Stop being cryptic and just tell them already. I'm hungry and want to get this over with." Was heard as another cloaked figure step forward, facing the first figure.

The first figure turned to the second figure taking a bite out of the apple. "Hey I offered you an apple and you declined it. Not my fault that you didn't want it."

With a big sigh, the second figure says "That was three hours ago. Now hurry up."

At this, Mcgonagall steps forward. "I agree, now go back in the line and please wait for your name to be called."

"Yeah I would, but you already passed where my name would be, and I was getting bored. Sooo…"

The second person turns to the first one and says "Maybe that's because you don't belong, freak."

The first person hand twitches and turns sharply to the second figure, taking a fierce bite out of the remaining part of the apple. "Don't call me that."

"What are you going to do about it… Freak."

Crushing the remains of the apple in his hand, the first figure reaches into his cloak and pulls a sharp looking 18 inch blade that has a slight curve to it. "Two out of three. First blood."

The second figure pulls out and pulls the slide back on what many of the muggleborns recognize as a gun. The ones who know guns, recognize it as a Barrett.

At this, Dumbledore stands to stop this fighting, when he hears a loud laugh at the end of the table, next to the first years that still needed to be sorted. Looking over, he sees a THIRD hooded figure laughing.

"It's pointless to stop them when they get like this headmaster. No matter what you do, they'll fight until either one wins or they declare it a draw. And they never settle for draws."

"I may be old and seem out of it, but I was around during war and I recognize a firearm when I see one. The safety of the students-"

"Will remain. My brothers know how to keep from there being casualties when they fight. Why do you think Juno is using that blade? It's enchanted to stop momentum of anything it hits. Most of his blades do that."

Facing each other, about 25 feet apart, the two figures faced off. Many muggleborn thought the one with the firearm had the advantage, until the fight started.

The one named Juno rushed forward as the other began to fire over and over. As each bullet came close fast, Juno moved faster. Swiping the blade, each bullet was sliced in half, stopping and falling with no forward momentum anymore. When they were 5 feet apart, the unnamed one began dodging from the blade trying to get an opening to hit Juno. Until he saw his moment, when Juno overstepped, and pulled a second gun and fired upward towards Juno's face. He jerked his face, but the bullet still grazed his cheek, and he jumped back.

Unclasping the cloak around his neck, he threw it on the ground and started to stomp on it. Many people gasped because the person who was under the cloak looked like a cross between James Potter and Lily Evans.

He looked like what Harry Potter is supposed to look like.

"STUPID CLOAK GOT IN THE WAY!"

As the shock wore off, many people noticed all the knifes he was wearing around his waist, across his chest, and the sword strapped to his back.

"Harry?" Called out Dumbledore.

"He's dead. I was not lying about that." As Juno finished stomping on the cloak.

"But you look like him?"

"I'll explain as soon as I beat my brother here." Many were confused because everyone knew Harry Potter was an only child.

Putting the blade away, Juno pulled out two shorter knives and held them with the blades facing away from each other. "Ready?"

"Waiting on you."

Rushing forward again, Juno went back to slashing the bullets as the other one started to dodge more swipes, having more trouble this time. Taking shots when he could.

"Excuse me?" The third figure jumped, not noticing Dumbledore move to stand next to him.

"Yes headmaster? Sorry. I was paying attention to the fight."

"Quite alright, but do they always fight like this and should I be worried about them hurting each other or anyone else?"

"Oh constantly, but they always take precautions and never let anyone get into the middle of it. Though sometimes I have to step in. When I do, then well…"

"Why does he keep saying he is not Harry and that Harry is dead?"

"Well he would explain it better than me, but I can tell you my brothers are my actual brothers and that Harry is dead."

As the clang of metal hitting stone was heard, they both turned back to the fight and saw Juno with only one knife and holding his shoulder. Blood was pouring out of a hole in his shoulder and blood was staining the white undershirt he was wearing.

What had happened was that the other one got a shot off that hit the hilt of the knife in Juno's left hand, knocking it out of his hand. Then he took a shot that hit Juno's right shoulder.

As the other one turned to head back to the group of first years, Juno rushed forward with the knife with a cold look on his face. In less time one takes to blink, Dumbledore saw the one he was talking to standing in front of Juno grabbing the outstretched knife with his left hand. While grabbing Juno with his right hand and slamming him to the ground.

"What do you think you are doing? You lost, two first blood drawn. Now go take care of that and quit fooling around."

Getting his breath back after having it knocked out of him by getting slammed into the ground. Picking himself up off the ground, he went to the nearest table with a lion on the banner above it. He pulled out a shrunken case that he set down on the table and reverted it to it's regular size. He started to rummage into it when Dumbledore walked up to him.

"Can one of you three explain to me what is going on?" As he asked this, Dumbledore knew that the next seven years was going to be his most tiring ever.