Author: SportsNightLover

Title: Harry Potter and his Trusted Followers

Summary: Post HBP. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and others search for the horcruxes. They skip their last year at Hogwarts, so that they can find and destroy all of Voldemort's horcruxes.

Disclaimer: The characters are not, and were never, mine.

"Time to go," Harry told Ron and Hermione one day.

"Where are we going?" Ron asked still sleepy because Harry and Hermione just woke him up.

"To Godric's Hollow."

"I didn't know that was today. Why didn't you tell me?"

"It doesn't matter. Pack what you need, it won't be that long."

"Who is coming?"

"Just us and the rest of my division, in case we get in trouble. Fred and George will command everyone else while we are gone. They have the coins in case we need."

"Great, when are we leaving?"

"Everyone is ready except you, so hurry up."

"Don't rush me."

"I won't if you move a little faster."

Everyone that could apparate, apparated to Godric's Hollow, everyone that could not, or did not have a license, was helped by the rest. When they arrived, Harry went to his parent's grave, while everyone else looked around. He was there for hours telling them about his last six years, and about how he met his father's old friends- Sirius, Lupin, and Pettigrew. He told them of how he got the map and the invisibility cloak, and how they were useful. He told them that he knew all about them, and that he got his father's Quidditch abilities, all about his own friends, and what he was doing with the horcruxes.

"I do not know where any more could be, any suggestion?" Harry asked the grave of his parents. I didn't think so-," Harry started to say, but was cut of by something that caught the corner of his eye.

He saw what looked like a building that was burned down, or exploded. He did not know why, but he felt himself lifted off where he was sitting, and walking over to there. He gestured to Ron and Hermione that they should come with him, but told everyone else to stand guard. He saw a small opening and started to go into it.

"Are you sure about this?" Hermione asked looking around at the path Harry was taking.

"Yes and no. I am not sure it is safe, but I am definitely going into it," Harry answered ducking under what was left of the walls.

Ron finally opened his mouth, "Where are we?"

"I do not know. I assume that the owner is either dead, or that they live somewhere else now. It looks like it might be-," Harry was cut off by the sight of one of his soldiers. A little angrily he said, "I thought I told you to wait outside."

"You did. There are people outside that do not want us in here. They said they were going to use force soon," reported Neville, not looking scared at all.

"Who are they?"

"I do not know, but they are wearing hoods. I think they are Death Eaters."

"We must be somewhere that we shouldn't be," he told Ron and Hermione. Completely military-like, and to Neville, "How many are there? Are we out numbered with twelve? Should we send for more soldiers? Do we need more than just our own army?"

"There are about fifteen, so we are out numbered, and they might be a little dangerous, but I think the rest of our army will do."

Harry turned to Ron, who did not need instructions, but just disappeared into the air. Harry turned to Hermione, who was a little scared, but was clutching her wand in front of her chest. Deciding that she did not need directions, Harry turned to Neville.
"Shoot up red sparks, and get ready to fight like when we were at the ministry, but this might be harder. Neville, this will slow you down, but help the others," turning back to Hermione while Neville left, "Let's go before they destroy our troops."

Just as they left the area, Ron appeared with the other 18. Everyone except Fred, George, and Luna, looked completely scared. Luna, though, just walked up to Harry and asked what they were needed for, and how she might help.

"Everyone, Neville informed me that we are under attack by the Death Eaters," most people gasped at this peace of news, but got out their wands and tried to remember some spells. "Follow your captains. They will follow me."

Harry, wand held high, crept into view of his own division. He saw that the hooded wizards were in fact, Death Eaters. They each had their wands falling to their sides, as if they thought that their enemy had no chance. Harry thought that they were probably right. He motioned to his army that they should stay perfectly quiet, and that they should get ready to attack when Harry attacks. Some nodded in understanding, and others turned even whiter and had to hold their mouths not to make a sound.

Harry moved a little to the right so that the burned building would not be in his way. He thought of something that might work. He, very quietly, told Hermione to lead her group around the building and get ready to surprise the closest enemies. He told Ron to stay where he was, and that Harry was going to go out in the open. He said that Ron should surprise the other side of the Death Eaters, and be very quiet about it.

When Hermione disappeared from view, Harry took a deep breath, and held out his wand. He stepped out into the open and just before one of the Death Eaters finished the Killing Curse directed at Dean, he shouted:

"Stupefy."

He caught them off guard, and the Death Eater fell to the floor, and only had the chance to say "Avada." The rest of the Death Eaters recovered quickly, and flew all kinds of spells in his direction. He hid behind the building where Ron was eagerly waiting, but told him to keep waiting. He shot blue sparks as high into the air as he possibly could. He knew instantly that his army saw the sparks, because he heard spells being yelled, and Death Eaters hitting the ground. He turned to see that a few of the Death Eaters managed to escape the spells, and that they were firing back. He also saw, to his horror, that some connected. He ran out of his hiding spot shooting up green sparks, before anyone else got hurt. Ron's division ran out behind him, and shot spell after spell at the Death Eaters. Only a few hit, though, because most of their hands were shaking. To his surprise, a pleasant surprise, most of the Death Eaters were on the ground. Hermione had managed to stun a few, and Neville helped the second that Harry caught their attention. There must have been very few left, because the ones that were left on their feet disapparated. Only one Death Eater was left, on her feet, and staying where she was. She removed her hood, and Harry was filled with a hatred that he never felt before. Harry was determined to get revenge for his godfather's death this time. No chasing, Bellatrix Lestrange was standing right in front of him. She was not looking at anyone other then Harry. She obviously decided that he was the only one worth paying any attention to.

"We meet again, Harry Potter," she said with a slight laugh in her voice. "You sent these little kids to fight off fifteen well trained servants of the Dark Lord?"

"We did not know that you were going to be here, but to answer your question, yes I did. I have complete trust in them, and they seemed to have done their job well, seeing as you are the only one left," most of his army were offended by her comments, and started to advance, but Harry, not knowing why he was giving up the opportunity, shook his head.

"There is no more Dumbledore to help you, no more statues to hide behind, and no way out. You are unprotected, Harry, but don't worry, I won't kill you."

"Yeah, you will leave that to Voldemort."

"Don't say that name," she shouted raising her wand and advancing on Harry, who held his ground.

"Like you said, you will not kill me, because you will leave that to Voldemort."

"DON'T SAY THAT NAME."

"I will say anything that I want to, and you can't do anything about it," it sounded a little childish, but got the same effect.

Bellatrix froze where she was, but kept up her want and started to laugh. "I will enjoy watching the Dark Lord punish you. You won't even stand a chance,"

"Then why did I survive four times already?"

"You know those were all luck, but now the Dark Lord knows what to do and will kill you easily. If any of these little kids get in his way, he will kill them all. Do you really want that to happen to your friends?"

"And you think that he will be happy that you were defeated by a few 'little kids,'" he said using the words that she used. He saw that Hermione had one of their special coins, but could not see what she was doing.

"He will understand that we did not know you were hiding like cowards behind the broken down building."

"But if you were guarding something, and wanted us out, you must have thought that there was a chance it would be stolen."

"We are only guarding because we were told to."

Hoping that Voldemort was listening to their conversation, but would not join in, he said, "So you did not think that something you didn't know, but were told to guard, was very important. You were obviously not doing a good job. You must not have thought that it was worth it."

Bellatrix stammered looking around as if Voldemort was going to pop in and agree with Harry. "N-n-n-no, we were guarding the best we could."

"Then your best is not good enough. I'm surprised that he allowed you to serve him. I would not have picked you if a few kids could get passed you. The same goes for the others who were injured or fled. You obviously do not care enough."

"You are wrong. I spent years in prison to serve him-,"

"But you were caught, that makes you worse."

"I also pledged my service to him the first time, and never lost hope in him."

"Because you were scared."

"No I wasn't," but her wand dropped slightly every time that Harry spoke, and she constantly looked around to see if Voldemort apparated and was angry with her. "I am the only one who was able to dodge the spells here, and I did not flee."

"We are only kids, and we were scared. You said it yourself."

"You had the element of surprise."

"And what about after that? If you were good, you would have recovered and destroyed us, however many we are," her wand dropped again. It was almost by her side now, and she was very pale.

By now everyone in Harry's army was advancing on her, and Hermione stopped playing with the coins ages ago. Harry finally figured out who she was sending a message to. He was glad that she thought of it, he would not have.

"Fine, you want me to finish you off, I will. There isn't anything anyone else can do to stop me. CRUCI-," she was cut off by a series of pops.

A few people had apparated, and more were coming by the second. Harry recognized them immediately, and was proven right about who Hermione communicated to. First, Lupin appeared out of thin air, followed closely by Tonks, Moody, and Kingsley. Harry was right; Hermione had contacted the Order to tell them that they were facing Death Eaters, and to help them. Bellatrix, spun on the spot to face the closest member, which was Moody, but was hit in the back by a stunning spell from someone. When Harry turned to see who shot it, he was surprised to see that he wasn't in the Order, but was actually Neville. Lupin went up to Harry and asked him what happened, while the Order sent the other, injured Death Eaters to Azkaban. After, he thanked Harry for the help, and left.