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IN JUST ONE YEAR!

Look at that. Look at it. MY baby is one year old and look how far ?he? has come. '

Its unbelievable. I am in awe at it all. I couldn't have imagined. I just don't quite believe it. Thank you all. I can't say it enough times. I really can't. Thank you, Thank you.

Now I will pass us onto Chapter 87 and a new year for Harry to screw with the Wizarding world.


Chapter 87

Harry was sat in a cave, with just over thirty people, at a round table. The stone floor was bare and the walls jutted out, still needing work. The table, on the other hand, was simple, but neat, and perfect for its use, the chairs were simple but at least were cushioned. It had already gained bumps and knocks from movement and Weasley twins.

"So Potter, what you got planned for us then?" Alistor Moody still sat beside Tonks who was stuck next to Severus. Everyone in the room was wrapped up in warming charms or Weasley Jumpers, 25 feet underground it was cold.

"Right, yes." Harry clasped his hands together, they were quite cold. He took a breath, before putting a serious face on. "Sorry for bringing you down here, into the cold. However, I find it comforting. The house is warded, and this cave more so. "

"It does feel safe down here." Bill agreed, he had been in charge of the wards, so maybe he was bragging.

"Safety is necessary we are at war."

"We know kid." Alistor tilted his head.

"Yes. I just needed to say it. No one here can have delusions. In war, People will die. People in this room will die." Harry said, the memories of these events were nestled in a pensive case; yet he could still feel the ghost of those memories in the back of his mind. "I have one million galleons set aside to be used by anyone who wants to leave. I have already helped a couple flee to America…" He trailed off, sighing. "But that is irrelevant right now. Soon, Dumbledore will find us." There were some uncomfortable movements. "And before I say anything more, I'm sorry for those of you who feel split loyalties to Dumbledore and I. Truly. I wanted to start with that and illiterate for some of you exactly why I encouraged leaving him." Harry looked around at the room of people listening closely to him. "I haven't explained myself much. And that worries me. People follow Albus Dumbledore with very few questions. The man is not all powerful, and I am not all seeing. Don't ever believe I can see what is going to happen. But do believe me, when I say that there will be a war."

"Alright Harry, but what are we going to do about it." Percy asked, he had already passed on a large amount of information about the ministry. "Without Dumbledore..." He made a face. "He'll be against us."

"Not quite." Luna was playing cat's cradle. The Ravenclaw needed to keep her hands moving. "He'll be joining us soon."

"Are you sure, my Moon?" Luna's father asked. Luna nodded from beneath hooded eyes.

"Is that safe?" Cedric asked. He looked a little worse for wear, with burn marks all up his left side.

Harry nodded. "I don't have any reason for it not be. Albus Dumbledore is one of the most powerful Wizards in the world, and he would be a great asset to any side in any war." He took a moment's pause. "The man has been alive for over one hundred years. He is a good man but one set in his ways. He forgets that he is merely a man and one privy to mistakes at that. One man alone will not stop the storm that is coming. That is why I brought you all here. If we make mistakes here, in this room, we will have discussed them. Done all we can to ensure our decision is right. All options are considered. That is something one man alone cannot do. Especially one man so filled with fear."

"The last war took a toll on him." Alistor spoke; he agreed with the child. The boy's eyes were older than he had ever seen.

"It did on everyone." Sirius agreed solemnly.

"What should we do now?" Remus asked.

"We need to plan a pre-emptive strike, hit those death eaters before they gather their strength." Moody slammed his hand onto the table.

"Whilst I would agree with you, I don't believe we are ready." Harry looked around the table. "If we strike now there are ways Voldemort to return, stronger than he is in the body he possesses."

"Oh, don't flinch, girl!" Moody scolded the young Auror to his side.

"Sorry. Mad- eye."

"Maybe we should work with other species, I don't know 'ow ze Veela will sit, but we could try." Fluer shrugged.

"A great idea Fluer, I wouldn't bother with the werewolves as a whole or the giants at all. Maybe you could look into it for us Fluer."

"Of course, I will owl ma grand-mère."

"I suppose our tasks are conversion." Charlie nodded as if answering his own question.

"Maybe but I would prefer Confinement. Planning. There is a lot to do before the war reaches a head." Harry laced his fingers together. "I don't want to be the one who makes the first move."

"So we wait." Sirius tried to take his godsons words, he still looked like a child.

"I have a feeling that something is going to happen soon. No one has made a decision yet, we need to know everything before we play our card."

"Smart kid." Moody muttered.

Percy looked over at a girl almost opposite him. She worked as an apprentice at the ministry. "The whole ministry seems on edge just lately." He seemed concerned. "Fudge is planning something."

"They've been writing lies about Harry and Dumbledore." Penelope worked as a photographer for the daily prophet. She found out a lot of inside information on them, she was much smarter than Harry had originally given her credit for. Of course he should have known; she was a Ravenclaw, after all.

Healer Rachel spoke for the first time. There were only two people Harry could access, who were trained in medicine, and this freshly trained young woman was one of them. "Is that going to affect u-"

Her Question was cut off by a choking gasp. Severus Snape turned an even more sickly shade of white than he usually was.

"Professor?" Hermione asked in a worried voice.

He made a thick phlegm sound in his thought but didn't seem to be able to answer. He became very still, and the two medical wizards jumped into action.

When Healer Rachel put her hand on his neck he grabbed her wrist with his right hand. His left arm was clenched tightly to his chest.

"I'm fine."

"With all due respect Professor." They Hufflepuff boy; a wizard nurse; spoke down towards a teacher he never had. "We are the medics here."

"Snape, what's up?" Remus asked.

"Nothing." He swallowed. "I'm better."

"Professor Snape let's take you inside." Healer Rachel took her wrist back.

"The bastard has been summoning you, hasn't he?" Alistor tilted his head knowingly. Snape looked up with a defeated expression.

"Right." Harry stood up. "I think Severus needs medical attention. So, we'll go our separate ways for the day." Harry said as Severus was carried outside. The healers levitated him up the ladder, followed by Draco who had been helping them.

Bill stood up. "Come on guys, let's get home." The twins groaned, but followed Ginny up the ladder.

"Tell mum I'm staying over with Harry." Bill shook his head at Ron but then nodded and climbed himself up the stairs. Charlie himself only stayed behind for a moment extra to say goodbye to Tonks- they hadn't seen each other much since school- before he went back to Romania, his vacation was over. The Weasley family was one of the strongest Units in the world. The family still continued as they always had despite the fact that Molly was terrified for her Children.

Harry was one of the last back into the house, with his godfather Ron and Hermione. Luna went earlier with her father. He pulled off his jumper and looked towards the basement door. This was where the makeshift hospital was living.

"Hermione?"

"Yeah?" She turned to the questioning voice.

"You know those Notes I copied out from the library." It had been unanimously decided that the founders' library would remain a secret. "Could you maybe have a look at them? I'm sure you would find something I've missed."

"I'll get them from your trunk." She nodded; they had discussed this event in many parts before. They had been working on it for a while. "You go talk to him. He'll listen." Hermione nodded to both boys and went up the stairs.

"Mind if I follow her?" Ron asked. "I could stay but… I'm having some issues with Fred and Georges new wands. I'm trying one of Slytherins notes for it." Ron frowned.

"Go on, it sounds difficult."

"I think they're going to be perfect wands for those two. They're being purposely difficult for me, just like the twins." He smiled and headed off with a determined expression. And in his past life Harry thought it would be impossible to like Ron any more. This Wandcrafter Weasley was entertaining.

Harry took a breath, then prepared for the anger of Severus Snape.

Harry descended into the basement. He wasn't sure Snape would want to see him right then, but Harry wanted answers. The basement wasn't very dark, it was iluminated by one long celling lamp.

"Evans?" Severus was sitting in a hard wooden dinning chair. His left arm was immersed in a basin of light violet liquid. The man looked a little less pale, but he still didn't look well.

"Hey Potter." The nurse Richard greeted him with a wide smile. "You sick too, now?"

"Just here to see how Uncle Sev's doing." Harry returned the smile with a smaller one of his own. "Bit dreary down here."

"Merl-" Severus grunted in pain.

"What's happening?" Harry moved closer. "Tom calling you?"

"He's stronger than I remember. Either that or I'm his only targe-" Severus shifted a shoulder blade in a shrug.

"Did you go at all?" Harry leaned on the wall beside him.

"The Headmaster asked me to go." Severus dropped eyes filled with horror.

"From the looks of it he barely got out alive." Healer Rachel seemed to be preparing a potion.

"It's too dangerous for you to go back. You're a great occlumens, Sev', but even you have limits."

Severus turned up as if he was going to argue. "Listen to my Godson, Severus." Sirius had come down to check on Harry. "Too much is too much."

"I don't want to go back." There was a 'but' hanging in the air, however Severus knew he couldn't follow it up with anything that wouldn't be argued.

"To be honest Sev you're probably one of the top on his list right now. I don't think it's so safe for you to go anywhere."

"I won't follow him again." Severus agreed.

"No Sev', I mean going anywhere that he could find you. You're cover is long gone. You can't go back to school."

The teacher raised his head. "I work there Harry."

"I won't tell you what to do Severus. But you would be risking your life going back there."

Rachel wove in between the two males. "Harry, you two should finish up; I'm going to knock him out for a bit. It won't drain him so much."

"Just-"

"Harry, listen to the little healer. Snape can think about it." Healer Rachel rose her eyebrows at the Lord Black, but passed the vile to Mr Snape.

"And when you wake up we will discuss… the addiction." There was a lot of weight on the last two words, but Severus just nodded at his new healer, and let Richard and Draco help him to bed.


AN- Thank you all for reading; you have no idea how much I appreciate your continued support I couldn't possibly put it into words.

On a slightly sad note: I have made the decision to stop trying to push myself to a schedule as it seems to be sapping my creativity and giving you sub standard work is something I will not abide.

BN- And by that, he means one of three things.

A. He's a lazy butt.

B. Because I'm a lazy butt.

C. We're BOTH Lazy as Fuck, and we should just own up to it.

(Sorry for the laps in sarcastic dickatry, I'm not feeling great right now)

AN- *shakes head* Shove it Celran; I'm not that lazy.

I guess I will sign off with a 'see you soon' ~TIA (And the greatest sarcastic Celran)