Disclaimer: All characters, names, settings etc belong to their respective copyright holders, only much of the convoluted plot, Night Wolf and a few other things are of my own creation (but inspired from many things under copyright, which aren't mine).

Chapter 38

Jones looked out from the secluded command post, his and another two teams were completing some final preparations for 'the plan'.

The Brigadier wanted them to have the ability to completely isolate the Inferno site…should the need arise.

Spread out on a table behind him was a detailed map of the site as it was currently, with their own additions in place.

Sites had been chosen and prepared for claymores to immobilise any enemy targets.

Along the 'main corridor' which lead to where Harry intended to confront Voldemort they would place small pieces of various explosives including C4. Though they would hold off in battle in case they hit their…friendlies.

The Brigadier had rejected his albeit optimistic request for a pair of AA guns, however he had 'suggested' the use of a set of Starburst missiles, for use against the larger targets which had been recorded entering the country, unlike the previous Dover attempt these had not been intercepted by Night Wolf forces…according to the data available there were at least 15 targets, most likely giants or the smaller trolls.

They would also be used against all enemies in the air.

Jones looked across at the radio as another confirmation came in, he moved over to the checklist and map marking off another jammer which had been placed in a secure location, together with the others, which would only be activated after Harry succeeded in leaving the atmosphere with Voldemort.

The jammers would contain Voldemort's forces, although it was assumed that there would be various charms and spells placed on the ground by the enemy and the friendlies they would most likely not be able to diable all of those…however they would be able to stop or at the very least hinder their departure…

As for the problems it might cause the friendlies…in war they should see it to its end.

--//

Lethbridge Stewart didn't need to read the whole letter to know that the plan was a go, he'd contacted Jones to pull his preparation teams back to their observation positions immediately upon receiving the letter.

Then Lethbridge Stewart had taken the time to read Harry Potter's letter…

Greyhound Leader,

Am sending my letter to Voldemort tomorrow (Wednesday) morning, Hedwig should have dropped this to you sometime today…before night…

I have given Voldemort coordinates a short distance off of the agreed transmat point, as previously discussed.

The meeting as we previously agreed is this Saturday.

Lord Voldemort

I must admit I took some deep pleasure in destroying Dumbledore for all the world to see, to see him being destroyed limb by limb by the Prophet, the ministry and Gringotts did provide some amusement. But I did wonder whether or not I should have done it personally, return to Dumbledore the pain and suffering he has caused me…just to see him suffer…

I did enjoy making your…followers? Suffer at the station, there is something intimately satisfying in seeing their life die in that moment that flashes in their eyes, that one tiny moment between the end of life and death…you can literally hear the final breath…or scream as the case may be.

Perhaps you should torture something more interesting, I hear animals react in such strange ways to the Cruciatus…their little minds cannot cope and simply…explode, I am sure a certain Rat would make for an amusing test, sadly I could not practice this on neither Dumbledore nor anyone else…dear Bellatrix did say you have to hate to do it…I think I could have rivaled her, had I the chance to practice on a few many willing…or not volunteers.

Rule…I would like to enforce some rules of my own…something Dumbledore seemed so willing to do to me…

I shall meet you…and see your army as you may mine…at a neutral location…

Lethbridge Stewart punched in the coordinates into his computer, simply checking Harry's work.

Yours Sincerely,

Lord Harry Black Potter

Alistair frowned, Harry was rather good at writing to mad men.

--//

"All clear sector one…"

"Clear on sector two…"

"Sector Three clear…"

Jones listened to the radio check ins from the various points, currently he was observing the main site off the of a large mound which over looked much of the site, and gave him excellent line of site of the main arena where the battle should take place.

They were enjoying the radio contact for now as in the main battle radio signals would be 'nervous' to put it lightly, only the battery pack prepared for Harry's use to contact the RSCS Firefox through his own craft had enough punch to (most likely) punch through the interference they encountered.

"Sector Four clear…"

"Sector Five…contact…repeat conta----" The rest of the radio message cut into static, Jones grabbed for his binoculars and infrared signal and flashed it the next team, which would pass on the simple message of alertness.

Jones easily found the two men who were walking into the site, they were dressed in long black cloaks, though the seemed to have forgone the white masks for this outing.

Jones looked down at them twisting the focus to see their mouths.

"The location….Lord…Seems…the…boy…is stupid…than he appears…" Jones muttered to himself as he watched them walk around.

The taller man removed a wand and a selection of muddy browns erupted out from it.

A few moments later they nodded and disappeared.

"Sector Five to control, do we move in an asses site?"

"Negative Sector Five, negative on move, we stay in monitor positions."

"Confirmed control."

Jones rolled over and crawled back to his dug out command post, in 3 days the main battle would begin and Harry's plan would be in full motion.

--//

Lethbridge Stewart picked up the phone after not even the second ring.

"Lethbridge Stewart."

"Hi…Brigadier…It's Harry…" Harry sounded a little nervous and worried.

"Harry…what is it?"

"There's a slight problem here on out end." He said, Alistair could swear he could hear Harry smiling weakly. Problems were not what they needed at the moment, not with 1 day to the deadline.

"What sort of 'slight problem' Harry?"

"…" There was a moment of silence. "Well because of the modifications…we can't go invisible and fly from here…"

Ah…Alistair almost said.

"Professor Preston said she can get me air clearance to international waters…but then…"

Lethbridge Stewart stared at the map of the world.

"What about leaving the atmosphere Harry?"

There was a sound of voices in the background.

"There is the power here…just…and everyone here doesn't recommend trying it too many times…better yet not do it at all…also we can't go through a transmat…given the…" There was another pause. "Umm…transmat…techno…something…"

Lethbridge Stewart almost smiled, but instead put the phone on speaker and started to pull up the shipping routes and radar that he had access to.

He continued to look through the data for a few minutes.

"Um Brigadier…?"

"Harry…you'll need to leave Australia via the Great Australian Bight…then travel at near ground level just above the sea, travelling along Antarctica until you reach the South Atlantic Ocean, follow that up to the North Atlantic and finally come to England via the Celtic Sea…exact coordinates to follow…Harry don't deviate from this and try to stay as close to the sea as you can. I don't to have to explain a real unknown craft flying at high velocity towards England."

"Thanks Brigadier…what about when I get to England…?"

"An escort will be ready for you…" Alistair said reaching for his other phone and dialling in the numbers.

"Thanks Brigadier…" There was a noise of Harry hanging up the phone, Lethbridge Stewart hit the speaker phone off button and leaned back waiting for his secure line through to the RAF.

"Suddenly Cyberman invasions and Dalek attack squads seem such a luxury…" Alistair muttered to himself as he gazed at the large screen on the wall which listed the various stages of 'The Plan' with an estimated occurrence time beside each event.

--//

Jones looked up from the plans for the Saturday night offensive, as even basic communication would be limited during the conflict planning and preparing for it and any outcomes was key. Other teams from Night Wolf would be leading strikes on other sites noted as 'possible' locations of Death Eater (or Death Eater sympathiser) strongholds.

Jones looked up again at the bird which had flown into the dug out that was serving as their base of operations, it was midnight black and was looking at him closely.

"Harry…is that you?" Jones asked staring at the bird. "If it isn't you…then that's also ok…it just means I'm talking to a bird…not the most mad thing I've done in recent times…" Jones said as he looked down at the plans noting something down.

Then there was a noise, like fluttering feathers through the wind and the bird glided down from its vantage point shifting from its status as a bird into a young man of 18.

"See not mad and trust me David Jones, I've met more than my share of mad men…Possessed teachers…Mr Super-Ego himself…giant snakes…apparitions from books, singing fish people…and the occasional bog standard 'I'm going to kill you' fanatic…" Harry Potter said as though he was listing items off on a list.

"You can soon add to that Megalomaniac and destroyed via a sun to that list Harry." Jones said with a smile.

"The Brigadier instructed me as I flew in to drop in before I start bringing people around to set up and get ready for tomorrow evening."

"Flew in?" Jones asked curiously, Harry made it sound like a task of proportions

"Long story, power limits…no invisibility…it's all worked out…"

"And your vessel?"

"The Shadow Blaze is here…outside the Inferno boundaries, invisible…according to her there'll be enough power to hover and be invisible tomorrow night for the transmat and all." Harry said sitting himself down on one of the cargo containers that held one of the Starburst shoulder launched missile launchers.

"The Brig said to check in with you…so what have you got? Last minute speeches..." Harry trailed off Jones stared at him.

"Right…and no…Here." Jones reached under the table and pulled out a bulky battery pack, a slightly smaller (though bulky compared to what they usually used) radio pack and mic and earpiece.

"Okay…it's a quite bulky battery pack."

"It is, it's for you to contact the RSCS Firefox to transmat Voldemort when he's in place. The radio is set at an ultra-high frequency, the battery pack has enough juice to…hopefully…punch through the magical interference…"

"Hopefully?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "You do know that…"

"Just the messenger."

Harry sighed.

"Fine…righty…"

"As I was saying…"

"Before you were rudely interrupted."

"Good, because I do outrank you Pilot Officer Potter." He said with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, Colonel. 'Punch through interference…'"

"It will most likely be able to punch through the estimated level of magical interference…given our experience so far, enough to get through to your vessel which will relay it to the Firefox."

Harry nodded.

"Good, it's got a power switch on it, save turning it on till you actually get into the battle, don't try and turn it on when you're fighting…but you know."

"Use my intelligence."

"Yes. Any weapons I should be worried about tomorrow night?"

"Aside from what we already spoke on?" Jones nodded with a smile.

"Found a bazooka in my trunk…I totally forgot I had that, so along with the ATR I should be set."

Colonel David Jones smiled, it was weird that the guy before him could just 'forget' he'd been carrying around a bazooka.

Harry pushed himself up to stand in the low roofed camouflaged tent stuffing the radio and battery into his pockets.

"I've got to be off. I'm working through final prep with the Order and my friends and whatever this evening, we'll probably move out here set up in some of the further out buildings for final prep."

"You won't see my teams."

"I know, and I know where not to show the order where to shoot from…you've got those spots, I remember Jones, all those planning sessions…all down to this…" He sighed a tired smile.

"Sleep Harry, big day…"

"I'll have 10 days to sleep just getting to the end of the journey."

"Still, you don't want to nod off during Voldemort's opening tirade."

"Probably not good strategic sense…well as they say…Be seeing you…" Harry gave a small salute and disappeared with but a rustling of Jones's papers.

Over the next few hours Jones and his teams observed as various wand users flew in…or rather they didn't observe, the heard the whip and swish of air movement as those mounted on brooms flew over their position and took up shop in the amongst the old gas works and other areas far from the area where it had been agreed the main battle area.

--//

Jones pushed himself off where he had caught a few moments sleep at the insistence of half his team and the realisation that he'd been awake for 42 hours or so.

"Status?" He accepting the mug of coffee from Lt Parkin.

"The wand user, the Order stopped arriving at around 1100. It's bee all quiet now."

"Good, is everything in place for tonight?"

Parking nodded. "Everything is in place, I can activate all the jammers from here remotely…there's also a physical link in the southern corner jamming device that can domino engage all the others."

Jones nodded swallowing the coffee.

Jones unpacked his weapon the Barrett M82A1 semi-automatic sniper rifle from its casing.

Jones would be providing direct support for Harry during his 'negotiation' with Voldemort into the area of the force fields. The signal initially was a wave of the have that he and Harry had arranged to impress upon Voldemort Harry's…calibre in the forthcoming battle.

--//

Harry Potter stood in the middle of the battle area, waiting and watching the sun slowly sink towards the horizon, he wasn't alone…

Away from view were members of The Order, together with them were Harry's friends…out of sight of them, but watching the lone figure waiting and all the single main entrance and listing and waiting were the various members of UNIT Night Wolf, waiting for their targets to arrive, waiting for the army which they knew would arrive.

Waiting for a mad man to arrive and do battle with an 18 year old man.

--//

Jones looked at his watch and to the horizon as the sun sank down slowly down and away, turning the soft yellow to dark twilight.

Looking and watching Harry through the scope he seemed relaxed, yet filled with nervous energy.

Pressed as he was close to the ground he felt the approaching maelstrom, the heavy footed army approaching rather than just appearing in the air.

Giants leading trolls and other manner of beast silhouetted against the recently departed sun, walked up the main drive of the Inferno site.

Then there was a there was a sound like air rushing out of an open air lock, as though the make up of reality was rushing in and forcing itself out of the way.

Then there were several in rushes of air and people making themselves known by subtle pops in the air, they all appeared 10 or so meters from where Harry Potter stood waiting unfazed by their arrival.

At the forefront of the group a figure who wasn't covered by a mask, but had a deep green cloak over his body.

Voldemort had arrived.

--//

Not quite the end.

The battle will be in the next chapter (however next chapter won't be the final chapter), there are quite a few other things to happen even after Voldemort dealt with.

Thanks for reading.