I DO NOT OWN HP
Daphne glanced at him, wondering what he was thinking. He took in a deep breath. "I'm tired of sitting around on the defensive. Let's bring the war to him. I'm tired of fighting. I will print a letter, using the Prophet. It's going to be issuing a challenge to Voldemort. He cannot refuse it, as it will show that he is weak, and that will boost public morale even more,"
Harry conjured a whiteboard. "I want Group B to team up with Madam Pomfrey and Snape, as well as any other NEWT potioneers. You all are going to be stocking up on every potion and healing material possible for this final battle. We will NOT be charging in without any plan."
Luna glanced at Group B, who all gave sharp salutes. "Understood Harry." she murmured.
Susan stepped up. "Group D, we're heading straight to the dementors. It's going to be scary, and while I don't have Harry's nice pep talk ability, I want you all to go in with so much power and determination that the dementors will scream at the sight of us. This is life and death. No mistakes can be afforded."
Hermione raised her hand. "Why will Group D be heading to the dementors right away?" she asked.
"Because we cannot afford to have the dementors affect our people in the war. Even one dementor can wreak havoc. We have to drive them off right at the beginning." Susan replied, nodding to the girl.
"Group C, we will still be in charge of shielding and blocking. Remember, one hit can bring down multiple people. Be observant." Justin said, stepping forward to nod at the saluting Group C.
"Alright, Group E, this is your time to shine. I want you guys lining Hogwarts walls and windows. I trust you know your job?" Harry asked, glancing at the group.
"We know Harry," Ron replied. Group E was responsible for aerial attacks using arrows that have been dipped in acromantula poison as well as spells. "Brooms as well?" he asked.
"Brooms." Harry agreed. Ron nodded sharply, retreating to stand at the head of Group E.
"Group A, we will be on the front lines. As we are the biggest group, Harry and I will both be leading half of you until Voldemort shows, where he will then split." Neville ordered, with the heavy front assault group nodding along.
Harry shot a look of pride at Neville before stepping forward again. "Our biggest goal here is to bring down as many Death Snackers as possible. Remember, strike to bring down. I don't want stunners, as that is kind of useless when there are so many of them. There will be death. There will be blood. But this is all necessary, for life. For love. We are fighting for us, for our survival. For a better world!"
The DA and Council cheered at his words. "Alright, we don't have to discuss positions, as the challenge will make sure that the battlefield will mostly be the Quidditch pitch. The stands will be taken down to give us more room. However, we will have trouble with some DEs getting in because Voldemort wants Hogwarts too. The Council will be speaking with all four houses for our game plan."
"Sir, what is our game plan for those who are not with us here?" a fifth year Ravenclaw asked.
"I do not want any first, second, or third years out on the battlefield. Fourth years will be in the common room with them to help protect them. We will be erecting better protections in the common rooms so that they will hold better against attacks." Harry paused to breath.
"Houses can make their own game plan according to how their common room is set up. Fifth years will be patrolling the hallways. Sixth years will be standing guard at entrances. Seventh years are out with us." Harry replied.
"What if we pair up people into groups that are well rounded, like when the Ministry attack happened?" Terry suggested, knowing what Harry had done with the Wizengamot members.
"Good idea. I want different specialists in every single smaller group of three." Harry ordered, getting salutes from everyone. He smiled. "I think we can win this."
"One last thing, sir, will we be having outside help? So we don't accidentally shoot at the wrong person." a seventh year Slytherin asked.
"We will be assisted by the Order of the Phoenix, led by Dumbledore himself, as well as the goblins. The attack will be planned in two weeks," Harry replied before dismissing everyone to spread the word.
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BRING IT ON MOLDYSNORTS!
I am sick and tired of this you sniveling coward! Let's finish this! Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch at noon two weeks from now! It's do or die!
Lord Harrison James Potter-Black Gryffindor Slytherin Ravenclaw
Hogwarts Youngest Headmaster
Boy-Who-Lived
Chosen One
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Harry grinned ferally as he read the Prophet's front page article; his letter. He had specifically signed it that way because he knew it would incense Voldemort even more. "Daphne, it's begun," he said, getting a solemn nod from his girlfriend. She kissed him softly before leaving the room to inform the Council to start readying the pitch for the battle.
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Voldemort snarled in fury as he read the Prophet's article. "Potter! He dares to challenge me?!" He sneered and stood, robes billowing impressively as his Death Eaters cowered before him. He whirled around, red eyes glowing in his anger. "Death Eaters, prepare for battle! Tell the giants, the dementors!" he spat and the Death Eaters sprinted from the room, hoping to avoid their master's ire.
"Potter...you will fall, and when you do, it will be a beautiful moment in history," he whispered, magic flaring dangerously before he stalked off to his room to scheme.
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Terry, Justin, and Neville looked up from the compass. They heard a quiet hissing and quickly stood back to back with their wands out. "If I had known that the compass would lead to Nagini, I would've taken more potions with me," Justin muttered, getting weak chuckles from his comrades. Harry had discovered that apparently once he had ripped away the Slytherin family magics from Tommy boy, that Nagini left because he couldn't speak to her anymore. However, she still held his Horcrux, which showed up on the compass.
The compass spun to the right, beeping loudly. "Terry!" Neville bellowed, getting a frightened scream from the Ravenclaw as he fired off a cutting curse. Blood sprayed the air as the snake's halved body split in half.
"H-holy fuck!" Terry screamed, stumbling back, knocking his comrades down. "I killed it!" he whispered, stunned, as he stared at the bloody body of the snake. The snake writhed on the floor suddenly before its body started to vanish in strips of black vapor.
"That's...that's one down," Neville muttered, getting serious nods from his friends. "Come on, the compass is now pointing this way," he said, speaking louder. Nodding once to one another, they turned on their heels and apparated away.
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"Girls? Why are you here?" Justin asked in confusion when they appeared in a muggle neighborhood next to the other group hunting down the Horcruxes. Tracy, Susan, and Luna glanced up at them from their copy of the compass.
"It led us here, but it's pointing at an empty space. When we searched the space, we found nothing." Tracy replied, gesturing at the space. Neville hummed in thought, staring at the empty space of air.
"Do you-" he started to say in synch with Susan. They both glanced at each other before laughing. "Fidelius charm?" he asked. Susan nodded as everyone else swore loudly, sans Luna.
"If that's the case, then we won't be able to get in. However, we don't even know who owns this supposedly hidden place." Terry commented with a scowl. Neville sighed and flipped open a mirror.
"Harry Potter." he murmured and Harry's face appeared.
"Hey Neville, what's up?" Harry asked, glancing away for a second to help levitate a Quidditch stand away.
"The compass led both groups here to a muggle neighborhood, but it's pointing at some empty space. We all think that where it's hidden is under the fidelius charm." Neville reported, and Harry's eyebrows shot up.
"I'm on my way, I think I know where you are," he said and hung up. A small crack echoed around the empty street, and they all turned to face Harry.
"Yes, I was right. You wouldn't know, but this is the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters. I'm curious as to why there's a Horcrux here though..." Harry trailed off, walking towards the space and seemingly vanishing.
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"Harry? Why are you here?" Dumbledore's voice reached the young Headmaster's ears.
"Hello Albus," Harry started teasingly, "the Horcrux compass led us here, the others are outside." Dumbledore looked at him, startled.
"Feel free to look around. Be careful." the old wizard warned, getting a nod from Harry. Harry pulled out his own copy of the compass and continued on toward the kitchen.
"It's pointing towards that drawer..." he muttered, pocketing the compass and whipped out his wand. "Alohomora," he said, the drawer opening easily. A wave of evil magic slammed into him, staggering him for a few moments before he recovered. "That thing is just foul." Harry spat, carefully levitating the locket into the charmed bag. He hurried out of the house to send the locket off to the goblins.