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Ok so people are actually reading this. It was just one of those things I was writing for all of us that had our hearts broken by that mangy wolf. So for the most part it not really going to follow the whole tresspasser story line. So if thats what you want you may want to find a different story. Any way here we go.

I shouldn't have to say this but I dont own anything other than my wierd plot.

Chapter 3

They spent a long grueling week trying to make it to Haven before a large mage army but, they made good time by being able to cut around roads and through the forest.

As they were just reaching the top of a rise they looked up to see the breach closing. They were able to look down into the valley where a small settlement was nestled in the mountains.

"Haven I presume?" she asked

"Yes, we made good time but, not good enough I fear. " He gestured to the left where there was a light contingent of what looked to be scouts. They were dressed in what appeared to be loincloth and straps.

"Go I can buy you some time to warn them. " Harry said, pulling one of her bags off her belt. She opened it and said "accio staff." Harry had the staff made when she was going through a medieval text, it had required using a staff instead of a wand. Those were some fun memories learning to wield the cumbersome staff.

"What I'm not leaving you to fight them alone. "

"Look you need to warn them and those assholes are in the way, so go. Trust me, I have fought bigger and badder men then them. Just go, I will be fine. I'll meet you in Haven, go."

He looked like he wanted to argue some more, but with a sigh he said "You had better meet me there or I will be very upset with you. " With that he turned and started running for the gates of Haven.

"Ok assholes, it's time to have some fun, Mauraders style."

Harry pulled out one of the vials in her bag, the twins instant darkness powder. She also pulled the swamp potion out. This was going to be fun. The last time she had been able to go all out in a battle had been against bandits in the Peruvian mountains. Now that was a memory with savoring.

She managed to stop the scouts from moving forward by either the powders or by confounding them, then she slowly started to kill them off. Causing death no longer carried any of the same degree of terror that it used to. She no longer worried about what it was doing to her soul. Some people just needed to die.

Harry was running for the gates when the dragon flew overhead. She turned to look at it. Something had corrupted it. It was no longer just a dragon but, something else was there. Bloody Hell, someone had made it a bloody Horcrux. When she got a hold of whomever had done that, there would be hell to pay. More bloody Horcruxes, after the war she didn't think she would ever have to deal with those again.

There were others running for the gates as well. A man with a rather powerful magical essence, odd though it was centered on his hand. Also a large brutish man with, were those horns, real freaking horns, definitely not on earth anymore. A bald elf who felt, hmmm. He felt familiar and yet not at the same time. And a, was that a dwarf? With a wicked looking crossbow? Man where did that damn veil take me.

"Well I wanted something new." she mumbled to herself.

Harry made it to the gates just as they were closing and heard.

"Get to the Chantry it's the only thing that might hold against that beast." This was from a large man with a fur surcoat at the top of the stairs.

"Lets get these people to safety" that was said by the dwarf as the rest of the men ran to aid a lone fighter.

Harry headed towards the large stone building, figuring the group had things well in hand. She could also be of more help as a healer right now. Getting people that were injured up and walking a better choice than fighting a bunch of idiots.

She made it to the Chantry, she was guessing by the fact that the fur covered man was there shouting orders as soldiers ran around carring them out.

"There you are, I was getting concerned." Dorian said as he came towards her.

"What you didn't think one small little scouting party would be enough to stop me, now did you?"

"Ha, hardly but it is hard to find anyone that can carry on a civilized conversation here in the south. I feel I should hold on to the ones that can. "

Harry looked around and saw quite a few wounded soldiers sitting against the pillars of the church.

"Well I off to see if I can aid in healing some of the injured. Try not to get into too much trouble without me, hmm."

"Me get into trouble. I think you have me confused with someone else."

"Yes, because I'm easily confused." she gave him a sly grin and went to go see to the soldier sitting against the pillar closest to her.

"It's broken, my lady, please help the others, my brother is here. Help those that can get moving." the soldier gestured to his leg as he talked.

"A broken leg is easily mended," She replied. She didn't think it would be wise to pull out her wand but, since she had it in her wrist holster it would just look like she was using staff less magic.

It was always a rush when using magic. Just as the first time she had picked up her wand. It was also a good thing, she had so many years to perfect her voiceless spells, as she didn't think that the people had this type of magic based on what she had seen so far.

She worked her way around the room, healing those she could. When she heard Dorian's voice by the doors.

"I didn't come all this way for you to drop rocks on my head."

"Should we submit, let them kill us?" Fur man argued back.

Men. Always grandstanding, even in the middle of a battle.

"There is a way," the man with the fancy robe started on about a path while holding his side. Harry moved towards the group so that she could get a look at the man's wound. As she moved closer, she could feel the elfs magic against her skin, it was intoxicating.

"What are you doing, young lady?" the robed man demanded. He kept swatting her hands away.

"Would you hold still, you stubborn old goat, and let me see." She heard a few snorts from behind her. She managed to get the robe open and was able to see the wound.

"Hmmm, nasty but I should be able to fix this. Here take this it will stop the bleeding, for now. When we get where we are going I will heal it completely."

Harry turned away, towards the back of the chantry, unaware of the amused looks on the mens faces, as the robed man looked down at his wound. There was another kind of look on the elf's face one of bemusement and perhaps possessiveness.