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Chapter 5- The Army Amasses

Albus Dumbledore looked at the sacrificial ritual once again, making sure everything was perfect. They had a certain James Vatulus, senior Auror tied to a tombstone, and they would be using him for the ritual, then they would kill him, to send out a message. Snape had just sliced off his own hand for the return of Voldemort, and was now taking some of Vatulus's blood to complete the ritual.

Meanwhile, Harry, Hermione, Neville and Luna were in the Hogwarts grounds, waiting for professor McGonagall's announcement for what they would do this afternoon. "Attention students! This afternoon we shall be training, and we will do so at the same place, same time every afternoon for the next three months!" This announcement caused lots of disruption, but no one could really argue.

The students split up into year groups, to be taught complex spells and how to duel. The students grinned at each other, this was going to be good. Over the next three months, the school quickly became an army, with the staff in charge. Every single student could cast a blasting curse, a bludgeoning hex and the switching spell.

Voldemort had finally returned, with enough strength to summon his followers. He pressed his dark mark with his wand. Dumbledore did the same, as did Snape. The sound of apparation could be heard up and down the country. 4o or so death eaters appeared in the clearing. Voldemort screamed in rage "WHERE ARE THE OTHER 60 OF YOU!" His eyes becoming more dangerous by the minute.

Harry was sitting in transfiguration class, alongside Hermione and Neville. This lesson they were turning mice into teacups. This showed how much they had progressed. 4 months into second year, and Harry, Hermione and Neville were doing third year work. Professor McGonagall was extremely pleased.

However, time flies, and it wasn't long before a mass breakout of Azkaban came along. Apparently, Voldemort wanted his 60 followers back. Shocking news hit the ministry, Sirius Black was innocent. Fudge, wanted him released at once. What they saw when they got to Black's cell made Amelia want to tear the house down, Sirius Black was lying dead in his cell.

Severus Snape was a very happy man. For the ritual, his master had granted him a fine silver hand.

Hogwarts school meanwhile, had migrated into the Scottish countryside. They were travelling, three months of preparation really was good. A plus side was they had taken all the house elves with them, as well as heaps of portable kitchen supplies. Hogwarts wouldn't starve in their migration across the highlands of Scotland, in their search of Voldemort.

Amelia Bones was one unhappy woman. Voldemort had just sent her the severed head of James Vatalus. This was a heavy insult to the ministry. Amelia had the Auror army go out into the countryside, where they would have the provisions of equal amount to Hogwarts. Voldemort and his followers were in trouble.

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It was one year later, and Hogwarts school was still roaming the countryside. Harry, Hermione and Neville were halfway through year three, and Luna halfway through year 2. This was a weird experience for all of them, but they knew they were safe, since every student could fight better than a grown Auror, plus the house elves protection, as well as the staff, yes, the students of Hogwarts were not worried one bit. It was Voldemort that should be worried.

Voldemort sat upon his makeshift throne, watching his death eaters practice duelling. Voldemort smiled to himself, soon, the Potter brat would die, and Voldemort couldn't wait for the look on his face when the green curse struck him write between the eyes, Potter wouldn't stand a chance. Then, Voldemort had an idea, Potter's mudblood bitch would be tortured in front of Potter, then Potter would be ruined. Voldemort cackled to himself and stood.

Harry was practicing his blasting curse, firing at a nearby tree. He hit his target every time, in the exact position he wanted, because Harry Potter never missed. His accuracy could not be matched even by professor Flitwick, the duelling master of Hogwarts. Hermione came up behind him and watched, before announcing her presence when Harry was taking a break. She leapt up behind him a kissed him on the cheek in greeting. Harry returned by kissing her on the lips. They then sat down and relaxed, watching the setting sun. Unknown to them, professor McGonagall was standing in the shadows nearby, watching with a silent tear in her eye.

The Aurors were somewhere in North Britain, when one hundred killing curses flew out of the woods surrounding the camp, quickly followed by some fiendfyre, the Aurors never had a chance, the entire department wiped out in a matter of seconds. That night, the dark mark hovered in the sky, and Amelia Bones knew nothing about it. The death eaters had struck again, and they had struck hard.