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Recap: "It can't be. I killed her."

"Who is it Harry?"

"Bellatrix LaStange."

Chapter 21

Harry was in a foul mood when the trio arrived back at Harry's command post. So much so that when he entered the tent he grabbed a spear and heaved it through a side wall. Unfortunately for a Templar who was walking by with several cases of beer caught the spear. The young man was surprised by the hurled weapon which killed one of the cases on the hauler. Shaking he walked off leaving the cases there. Jean watched his young knight walk to his tent. A smile was creping up on his lips, but was soon wiped away when he heard Harry trashing the command post. With a sigh he walked away and let his friend and fellow commander have his moment. Knowing full well that Harry will turn his anger into a calculated hunger one that might break him or give him the strength to see the war through.

"Damn it how did she survive, or did I kill an innocent in that battle!?" Harry cried out while kicking his chair. His solid blow broke the chair in many places. He sat on the ground and just stared in to space.

"Harry if I may. I can shed some light on this." Harry just nodded at the wise elf-lord. "Have you ever heard of puppets, and I don't mean like the ones you see on television or in plays? These puppets are created to act just like the real person. They are very easily controlled, but hard to create." Yu stated.

"Then I didn't kill an innocent person, but a body of magic?" Harry asked.

"That's right. We should have seen it for what it was but the cleaver use of magic hid its true nature to us." Ami said. "But now we know that our enemy is using them."

"How many can one person create?" Hermione had to ask.

"Depending on the person, and they're power. Any were from one to fifteen at the max. In the past puppets were use to confuse assassins and enemy alike before or during battle. But the down side the puppets confused allies also especially when they fell in battle and a new one took its place on the field. Mind you this took place before wizards went into hiding. We thought the spells to make such creatures lost to the age. Apparently we were wrong." Yu replied. "This Tom Riddle is a cunning opponent we must use caution."

"What happens it the one who controls the puppets are killed?" Tonks asked.

"Well the puppets stop living and collapse, or the magic holding them together explodes violently." Ami stated.

"So was it a puppet or was it her that lead the raid?" Harry asked. "Or can we tell which is the puppet and which is the master, and does Tom have any puppets of himself?"

"It's hard to tell which is which in looks but in how they act. Take this for instance a puppet can use only two spells, but the creator can use every spell, he or she knows. This is the only way to identify a puppet from a human. As for the Lich no, one must have blood flowing through their veins. But he can raise the Undead to fight besides him as such he has no need for puppets, but it doesn't explain why he needs followers?" Ami asked.

"Because he gets off on the power of fear living beings create when they see him. Thus, the reason for followers. Undead beings don't fear him, but are hard to raise in some instances and are easily destroyed." Kali answered. His answer brought many odd and unexplainable inconsistences to light. "Also we need to be very careful there are a lot of Undead he can summon and many are very powerful."

To the relief of everyone in the tent Harry had calmed down some what. But his eyes held unspeakable anger. It was a minute before he spoke. "Get me Jean." Hermione rushed from the tent to search for the Templar. As she rounded the corner, she found the cases and spear. Not stopping to process the scene she ran past. When she found him, she explained quickly that Harry was looking for him and needed to speak with him.

"I wonder if he can bring in outsiders?" Ami asked.

"Uh not to be rude or anything but what is an outsider?" Tonks just had to ask.

"An outsider is something that is summoned to this plane from the hells or the heavens. The past dark lords major and minor have been known to use devils or demons to cause havoc. Were the forces of light summon celestial beings to help fight against the forces of evil." Kali answered.

When Jean entered the tent, he knew that there must have been a heavy discussion going on. Just then he noticed Harry sitting on the ground having broken his care. Before Harry could open his mouth Jean beat him to it. "Harry the next time one of my knights bring in contraband please, please don't throw a spear through a tent wall. Just set them to something that will remind them of the rules. Please?" Harry just blinked. "Now what's up."

"We're going hunting?" Harry said. "Tonks and Hermione, take Luna and Susan with you. You four are going to hit here. A small Bulgarian Wizarding Village. There is a safe house for Death Eaters. Jean there are numerous places in France that hold Death Eaters. The Hospitaller and Teutonic knights will, hit here in Germany and here in Austria. Yu, Ami Kali, these three targets here in England are yours. As for myself I will strike here. This information came to us through German and American magical intelligence agencies." He said driving a dagger deep in the table. Everyone let out a gasp after he left the tent. Harry was going after Azkaban.

"Wait I thought that the prison was already taken?" Ami asked.

"Nope the Ministry started to bitch and moan about not having a prison anymore so to shut them up the prison was handed back to the Ministry. Which now Tom has it. So Harry's going to take it back and more than likely keep it." Jean stated. "Not so surprising see how the prison holds mostly innocent muggle-born, or light sided supporters. But is he going to hit it alone."

"Did he give Neville a mission?" Tonks asked in which Hermione could only shake her head. Twenty minutes later the forces left the forest and headed to their goals.

Hermione stood besides Tonks as their soldiers of two hundred charged down the hill toward the village minutes later the defenders of the city had assembled and rushed out to meet them. Hermione began to move when the first spells were cast. Tonks noticed a sight that made the blood drain out of her face. The Dark lord him self was there, and he was doing damage Hermione noticed him too. Though she was hard pressed from all around until Luna ran in and spread the village defenders.

"Run back to the forest!" Tonks cried and threw a spear at Voldemort. With a sudden movement Voldemort grabbed the flying missile. Taking in its balance, he nodded and admired the craftsmanship of the weapon. With a shrug he threw the weapon back at Tonks. Wide-eyed at the incoming spear. She tried to dodge but suddenly found out that she was lying on the ground staring at the stars that were slowly disappearing as the sun rose over the horizon. She lifted her head and could see where the spear had hit her. With shaking hands she grasped the shaft of the weapon only to gasp out in pain. Hermione, Susan and Luna stopped just long enough to each get a hit on Voldemort. It was enough to distract him to get Tonks to safety. When the group landed Hermione exploded into action, she placed her hands on Tonks abdomen. Looking to Luna Hermione told her to remove the spear. Cringing the young half-elf gently gripped the embedded weapon and pulled it out. Blood began to pore from the wound, Hermione knew that Tonks was in serious trouble. Chanting quickly as she could the blood flow begin to slow as the wound healed. When Hermione was done, she collapsed onto Tonks who moaned in pain. The two ladies knew that the Dark Lord was close, with little hesitation the two grabbed their friends and fled to safety. When they landed, the two were worried when the wizards around them weren't speaking English.

Harry slowly climbed up the cliff face on the southern side of the prison. He paused as a sudden wave of fear then pain washed over him. Neville grabbed him before Harry could fall. The sensation passed as quickly as it came. Shaking his head he knew that Hermione or Tonks was injured and he was stuck here. Looking up he began the slow process of climbing the cliff. When he reached the top, he quickly looked over the lip to find it empty. Slowly he crawled onto the ledge. By now Neville and ten special forces' members were besides him. The door to a store room that leads deep into Azkaban was just ten feet from them. With the dawn fast approaching the group made their way to the door. One of the men following Harry stopped at the door long enough to send a small device under the door. Giving the all clear the group entered the prison they didn't get far when a large box started to open. The group could see the rags that hung on the hands of the creature. With a shove the lid smacked into the stone roof. When it sat up the blood from all of their faces, drained. There in front of them was something from a nightmare. When its head turned toward the group its eyes focused on them with such hate that it froze them all. With the group paralyzed in fear the creature rose in front of them. With a wail that sent fear and dread shooting down the spines of everyone in that room, the creature began its march toward them.

Luna stood in front of the two fallen witches as Susan took the rear. Many of those in the room looked at the two with fear and suspicion. But didn't move. Shortly a small man entered the room.

"Welcome to Germany Mrs. Longbottoms. I'm the Prime Minister for Magic. Zero said you might make and appearance this night. Please allow my healers to take a look at the two laying behind you. I give you my word they will be taken well care of." The small man said. Just then one of the Hospitaller knights walked into the room caring a gravely wounded Grein.

"The battle was bad we were ambushed, if it wouldn't have been for the goblins and their dragons we would have been over run. More than a hundred men were killed this night, and I fear we may lose Sir Grein." The knight said just then a letter floated into the room the German Minster read the report and nodded.

"So there are live Death Eaters still in my country. I thank you for revealing this to me, and I had hoped you would have taken care of it, all well. It just means more fun for my men. Healers see to the wounded." He said, then turned to his second. "Find the Death Eaters and destroy them. We can't let the Americans and the British governments have all the fun now can we." The younger man nodded and rushed out the door. "Don't worry you are all safe here."

Harry couldn't move so paralyzed by fear that he thought he was dead. The creatures shuffling feet didn't help the group at all. Finally one of the young soldiers shook himself from his fright. Reaching under his armor he removed the holy symbol of his faith and brought it forth. The blinding light brought the rest out of their stupor and sent the unholy creature in front of them reeling back in pain. Harry used the monster's temporary blindness to strike the creature his sword. Harry couldn't tell if he hurt it but the blow it hit him with threw him through the wall. Neville watched his friends flight and was impressed that he was hit that hard. But he didn't hesitate but ran to Harry and was surprised to see him rolling over onto his stomach and pushing himself up. When Harry got into a up to his knees, he spit out blood. Harry had to look at his armor and was shocked to see a dent in it. He knew that the armor could deflect the killing curse and many weapons. Unbeknown to Harry he was struck solidly by the creature. Neville saw that Harry was in trouble so as second in command ordered the retreat. One of the soldiers recognized the creature, so he grabbed one of the grenades on his chest and rolled it under the feet of the creature, and ran out of the room, right behind the others. When the muffled explosion was heard the one who threw the grenade went back to see the monster on its back, its legs were missing and small fires were on the tattered rags. Soon he saw four Death Eaters enter the room. With a rude gesture and vanished. When he landed although it was a little rough. With a satisfied grin on his face he went to the debriefing.

Luna and Susan were waiting outside the room were Tonks and Hermione in. Both were worried about the two. Both knew something was wrong with Hermione she shouldn't have collapsed so soon. When the healer came out, he motioned for both of the young women to follow her.

"Both of them should be dead. But their going to live, but I'm afraid that both of them will have scars from the wounds they received. They should waken in four hours." She said.

"Can we move them back to England?" Susan asked.

"Their out of the woods so to speak so I don't see why not. But I want them to rest for at least a month. When were you thinking of leaving?"

"In about an hour." Luna replied. The healer nodded. Just then several healers rushed pass them one of them said something in German. She looked at the two nodded to them and rushed off. Luna and Susan just shared a look. As they promised, they were gone within the hour. Several minutes later they landed and knew something had gone horribly wrong. They saw Neville and his face held a grim look.

"Harry is injured. As well as Hermione and Tonks I see. Damn it to hell Kali, Yu, and Ami are injured. Although their injuries compose mostly of cuts and bruises. Grein is dead as is Seric and we lost contact with Jean, we fear he may be dead. Zero has informed us that the German and British muggle air force had just bombed several locations in several Countries, and he has heard of the American's wrath and it's bigger that what it was in nineteen forty one. I have no idea what he was talking about. But I must be big because the forces in Diagon have nearly tripled, and are growing by the hour. To make matters worse both the first and second armies have been reenforced, and a third is now stationed in the middle of the country." Neville said in one breath. In which the two standing warriors just stared at him.

"Okay for one how did Harry get injured and how bad is it?" Susan asked a minute later.

"A creature of unspeakable evil slapped him through a wall and dented his armor. The elven smithy's are confused over that one. Harry has at least twelve broken bones as well as a slight break in his back. He'll be out at least two weeks while the potions mend his bones." Neville asked.

"Neville you should be grateful, and thankful toward those two soldiers, that accompanied you. Both of them save your lives." Kali said walking up to the three. "What you ran in to is dangerous, with or without the use of strength enchantments on it. It hates all living things. The one controlling such a creature must be powerful. So now clerics will be assigned to those how go out on raids."

"What did we run in to?" Neville asked with a touch of fear.

"A Mummy." Came the reply.

A/N: A NEW CHAPTER. I WILL TRY TO GET A NEW CHAPTER OUT EVERY MONTH.