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Recap: As Harry waited, he felt the weight of the world, and so it was with this that if anyone were to look into the room in which he stood. They would have seen not a young man who was in his prime, but an old soul who has seen to much death and destruction.

Chapter 23

Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his eyes still focused on the door that Neville just exited. He couldn't believe what he just heard from the young man. With a tired sigh he had to accept the offer that was leveled. He didn't want to be thrown out of the school. So his biggest question was. Where did the shy, klutzy boy who loved herbology go? But that was the least of his headaches. Now there was a bigger problem if Moody was right Harry has plunged the wizarding world into darkness that couldn't recover. Seven businesses in Knockturn Alley were gone, and many of the pureblood students last their homes, as well as their parents. With a look to the very young phoenix sitting at the edge of his desk, he had to ask. "Where did I go wrong and what is a pacifist?"

Neville stood on top of the Astronomy tower and stared down at the village even from here he could see that everyone was still up. He couldn't believe it contrary to what Dumbledore was thinking, Neville was thinking that if people were still out and about after nightfall although it was nearly midnight, so there is still hope. Luna and Susan had returned twenty minutes later with reports of all was well, even though Luna did lose twenty men and women. Still it was a goodnight looking back at the two women that he held dear to his heart. With a smile he walked toward them and to a goodnight sleep the first in nearly a month. But that changed when he heard the faint pops of gun fire. Rushing back to the edge of the tower he had to stop and stare. Just under a minute ago the village was peaceful and quiet. Now half of the town was fleeing toward the school.

Three hours before the attack on Hogsmead Percy was meeting with all the Department heads. Everyone was yelling many pointing finger's others placing the blame on others. Percy started to feel a headache coming, he knew he needed to do something to stop Potter.

"Gentlemen, and Ladies I have a solution that may help us. As you know, the Old World Alliance is a group of purebloods, who wish to see that tradition we have held in high remain. These people who fight against them who happen to be muggle-born or half-bloods, say we are arrogant. But that is our right, we are the stronger than the half-bloods and muggle-born out there. We know better than they. So I lay this proposition on the table, we join a noble cause and gain resources that we have little of." Percy said with a slight flare.

"But I heard V-v-v-v-voldemort is in charge?" one of the heads said.

"That is what Harry Potter wants you to think Albus Dumbledore has solid information that he is not in charge." Arthur answered.

"My father is right. We have been given an offer that we can't refuse. They have offered us soldiers to fight the traitorous Potter as well as a seat on the new counsel one that these Americans can't fight against. They have no allies and don't have the power to stand up to us. Our brothers that are loyal to our cause that lives over there will be waiting for our triumphant return." Percy's words had swayed several of the department heads. With a unanimous agreement a draft was written up and sent to the Wizengamot for approval. Percy knew that the draft would pass before Dumbledore could stop it, as well as the Queen. Now Potters Army was in trouble as well as the colonials. Fudge will be released and be his second or be thrown into Azkaban. Now is a good time to strike out a Potter to end his whinny pity me attitude. Within fifteen minutes the draft came back with positive results. Now all he had to do is await.

It was nearing midnight, there was no moon on this night the three man patrol was making its rounds when it started a curse flew out of no where and struck one of the young men it the face. Lifting their weapons the remaining two opened fire, killing the sniper wannabe. The noise brought six more soldiers on patrol running into the area. Suddenly the eight soldiers came under heavy spell fire coming from the trees.

Dean Tomas was a new soldier thanks to the Americans nine weeks training period. He arrived two days ago, and was remembering when Harry showed up in the great hall in September, and offered the schools older students to join the fight he singed up instantly. Now here in late December he was a soldier who took pride in being called such. It has always amazed him at how well disciplined both countries soldiers were, here he thought that the yanks were a loud mouthed arrogant group. Only to learn that didn't come until later. He had to admit that both groups were good. So here he sits just minutes away from Hogwarts when the sounds of rapid fire reaches the Three Broomsticks grabbing his rifle he was the first out the door what he saw shock him in just down the road his brothers in arms were firing at a large group of undead and living targets. So he shrugged his shoulders and sprinted to his new friends.

Dumbledore was sitting at his desk when reading several reports from several members of the order when a knock interrupted him. Giving the okay to enter a very nervous looking Kingsley came into the room.

"Percy Weasley just accepted an offer from the Old World, and now has set their soldiers on Hogsmead and possibly the school. The word is that he wants to show the country that the muggle-born is a plage on the wizarding world. So he says, he also believes that they are stealing magic." Kingsley stated in a single breath.

"How long until they reach Hogsmead?" Dumbledore asked, but the question was answered when they heard the faint explosion in the distance. Both rushed from the room to and down the entrance to the school. Both men were surprised to see almost every student outside staring in shock at the village. By now from what Dumbledore could see was that half the village was on fire. Suddenly they all heard a loud thump, seconds later a fireball reached in up into the air. Dumbledore could see just barely, but he could see Neville setting up his men in a defensive arrangement.

"Get them back into the school! Now Dumbledore!" Neville shouted to the ancient man.

Dumbledore heard a slight gasp from the transfiguration professor. But both quickly realized that Neville had been right they need to get the students inside. Half the student body was inside when the soldiers and defenders from the village came sprinting up to Neville's defenses. Dumbledore wondered what was being said that made the young man pale. He watched as the Neville ran to the front and raised something.

"Get me help!" Neville shouted. In which was followed by a sudden barrage of automatic fire from several sources, which made Dumbledore jump in surprise.

"Air Support five minutes out sir!" Came a shout.

"I want fire superiority, don't let them move an inch!" Came Neville order. Many stopped to throw grenades. The small devices did massive damage to the clustered groups of undead, as well as the living handlers. Dumbledore was in shock never before in his one hundred fifty something so violent, that Voldemort wasn't capable to do yet. Five minutes felt like an eternity to the defenders, and all too soon the dull roar of an engine could be heard. Seconds later the ground was torn apart by a constant stream of red streaks. That was followed up by larger blast, in which the defending force, teachers as well as the students who watched the fight felt the blast that shook the ground. The heat was impressive but it was the shock wave that did the damage to the ground targets.

Dean happened to look up just in time to see two odd shaped planes streak across the night sky. "What in the hell was that?" He just had to ask.

"Those beautiful angles were the most ugly, bulky, reliable aircraft in the world. That my friend is our guardian angle. The A-10 Thunderbolt II commonly known as the warthog. Take a look at that damage." One of the American soldiers replied.

Sure enough the grounds were a mess there were body parts spread all over the ground nothing was left. The two planes had managed to reduce the attacking force to a few stragglers that were quickly taken down.

"Those two muggle contraptions did all of that? It's impossible?" McGonagall stated in shock.

"Not an impossibility ma'am. That type of plane has one function, and that's to support the ground troops." One of the commanding officers said. In which he explained the planes roll in a war. "Speaking of which Sir. Could you please have the General request heavy armor? Which would be much appreciated, sir?" None of them noticed Draco leaving the area. He had some information the dark lord would like even if it involved the plane.

As Draco was sneaking away a very sneaky woman, who was getting much needed information about this strange group who used the bulky wands. With one more snapped picture she got all see needed and left with the next days headlines forming in her head. That would hopefully get rid of Potter and his friends. Little did she know that Harry had a surprise for her.

A/N: OKAY PEOPLES I'M BACK AFTER LIFE CAME CRASHING DOWN LIKE A ROCK ON MY LITTLE HEAD. WHICH LEADS TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE SAYINGS "LIFE'S A BITCH." BUT ENOUGH OF THAT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE NEW CHAPTER. BEFORE YOU GET ONTO ME THE SIZE OF THE ATTACKING FORCE WILL BE REVEALED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER SO DON'T ASK.