Chapter 6 A Fever You Can't Sweat Out

A/N: Thanks to BloodyKitsune for pointing out some flaws with the fighting in this chapter. Hopefully, I can go Dragon Age 2 and streamline the fight. Unfortunately, fighting isn't my specialty as a writer.

Fred laughed as he pinned a rose to his dress robes, " Hey George? You think Harry's gonna show?"

George smiled back at his twin, " I'll be calling him the Dark Tosser if he doesn't. That armor was impressive. Here's hoping he wears that for maximum effect. Mum's going to freak if he shows up wearing that. Specially the dragon helm."

" You're right about that. Wonder if the whole Champion nonsense is real or not?"

George shook his head, " Don't know. But Bill seemed positively terrified of the Champion. Wonder who it is? I mean, Bill looked like he was going to piss his pants when he was telling mum about it. I bet he would let the Champion shag Fleur if he asked."

" Don't know if he'd have to ask. Just look at her more likely. Even Cursebreaker Weasley is scared of him. Charlie didn't sound impressed, so maybe it's just a Goblin thing."

George mused, " Still wonder who it is. You don't think it could be Harry could it? I mean, Harry comes back, and suddenly the Goblins are chattering about this Champion."

" Harry? Pssh, yeah right. No way our old mate's the Goblin Champion."

George brightened again, " Yeah your right, old brother of mine! Now, let's finish getting ready for this wedding."

The twins cackled together as they finished their dress robes. Then the door opened, revealing Harry dressed in his Armor of the Sentinel, with a polearm hanging on his back. The poleaxe had a small blue sash with the insignia of a white wing tied to it. Next to it, was a furled up banner. His shield hung loosely on his left arm, which he also held a different wand in. His sword was sheathed at his left, so he drew it with his right hand. The armor was a dark magma color, like burnt stone with lave flowing through it. The Twins were impressed.

Fred commented, " Well, you aren't any girl's knight in shining armor, but that armor's going to pick you up some Veela pussy if you wear that."

Harry smirked, " Then I guess it's a good thing I brought condoms."

George gaped, and Fred smirked, " Did you really?"

" Why, you need some? Or, are you too afraid to try and pick up the bridesmaids?"

George frowned, " You ever seen Fleur mad?"

Harry laughed, " Crazed Veela bitch isn't as scary as Giant Ogre running at you with the intent of ripping your head off, and all you have is a little sword and shield to defend yourself. Face it, Wizards don't scare me anymore."

Fred chuckled, " I never expected to ever hear that from you Harry."

George added, " Same here. Well, should we get going? You going to do something about that hair?"

Harry swept his long hair out of his eyes, " Nope, it wouldn't do for me to be instantly recognized when I get there would it? Plus, I don't think Bill's been at work to know who's the Goblin Champion yet."

George cocked an eyebrow, " Why would you know about the champion?"

" I've been living with Goblins for the last year, so I figure I would hear about it. So, what's everyone else going to be wearing? More importantly, are you going to kill me if I try to pick up your sister?"

Fred and George laughed in unison, " We won't, but not so sure about Ron."

" Speaking of Ron, how is the loyal bastard?"

Fred explained, " Well, where should I start? You know how much he used to like Hermione?"

" Yeah, it drove me crazy sometimes. Especially when she went with Krum to the Yule Ball."

George took up, " Well, SHE finally asked him, and he turned her ass down. I mean, down. Way down."

Harry smirked, " Excellent. What next?"

" Well, she pissed a bitch, but now Ron's dating a Slytherin named Tracey Davis. Ironic right?"

Harry was shocked, " Ron? With a Slytherin? Is the world ending?"

" I guess he learned his lesson after you were sent to the Roads. He said that most of the School, several Slytherins included, were in an uproar about it. I think the Slytherin faction was led by a pretty little thing named Daphne Greengrass. We know her father. Pretty frequent customer."

Harry smiled, " I know. Daphne recently came clean to me about how she was attracted to me, despite the whole Gryffindor/Slytherin thing. Turns out, Damien comes here because it takes his mind off of his rather fractured family. You know he and Daphne are the only people in his family who aren't Death Eaters right?"

Fred looked dour, " Damn, I didn't think it was that bad. I knew he had some problems, because he always came in here looking so sad, but I didn't think it was that bad. He helped the old Order out a little bit, but mum always complained about his lecherous ways. Works for hire you know."

Harry smiled, " Money is a great motivating factor for a lot of things. Especially when paired with other reasons. Now, we have a wedding to crash. I trust you two have other guests?"

" Angelina and Alicia. You bringing anyone?"

Harry smirked, " I could bring Isilde, but I think she'd be pissed that she didn't have time to get ready, so no."

Fred and George looked at each other, and Fred spoke first, " Good, because we didn't tell mum we were bringing anyone else."

" I love being the party crasher."

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( Ron)

" So, are we certain we are going to leave after the wedding?"

Hermione buzzed, " Yes! How many times do I have to tell you the plan? Besides, what's so important? Do you want to see if Bill's going to start his honeymoon in front of everyone?"

Ron blushed, " It's a hope and dream to see Fleur nude, but only if my brother's not in the picture."

" What about Neville?"

Ron hissed, " What about him? I thought it was pretty clear he isn't coming along, Hermione. He says he can do more at Hogwarts."

Hermione sighed angrily, " Damn it. As if this little Endeavour was hard enough as is!"

" Look mine twin! Me thinks me be hearing little Hermione complaining about work?"

" Then the world must truly be ending! Granger complains about work, and Delacour comes off the market. A sad day indeed."

Ron greeted his twin older brothers happily, " Hey guys. How's the shop going?"

" Excellent, my boy. We been making a killing with all those sad saps coming in because of the war."

Ron didn't exactly like the tone of Fred's voice, but rolled with. Then he saw a man walking around in armor. He pointed, " Hey? Who's that?"

Fred smiled, " You'll find out."

Ron didn't like that very much. He didn't like being around unknowns very much, but he did think he recognized the figure slightly. The man walked around in armor, which was odd. He also had something furled on a staff on his back, with a strange, curved, bladed weapon. Said weapon had a blue sash on it. He had a shield with a very scary looking symbol on it. The shield was highly polished, but obsidian black, with the insignia looking like it was engraved in fire. The helmet had wings on it that looked like a cross of dragon and demon wings. His sword was longer than Ron's arm. He looked at Ron, and Ron was staring into cold, calculating, almost bored, green eyes. Hermione said something really nervously, " Are you sure it's safe for that guy to be here?"

Fred scowled, " Why? Worried about his health? Just because he prefers to show his muggle weapons off, doesn't mean he's not a wizard."

As though he heard them, the man pulled out a wand and cast a powerful Lumos spell. That didn't make Hermione feel any better, " How do you know he isn't a Death Eater?"

George laughed smugly, " Oh we know. Trust us, we know he's not a Death Eater. We saw him ruthlessly cut down three right outside our shop the other day."

Hermione hissed, " He KILLS?"

" Of course! What else should you do with Death Eater dogs?" the man calmly answered back, drawing a little attention. Charlie said, " Ah, that must be the guy who killed Lestrange. Knife to the chest he gave her. Don't even want to know how he got so close to her. Just amazing that is though."

Hermione huffed, " We shouldn't kill these people! They need to be given a second chance! Or at least arrested so they can wallow in their mistakes."

The man shouted, " And that's what got the great Albus Dumbledore killed. Spouting idealistic bullshit that didn't save anyone's life. If anything, it only got more people killed. Think for a second. If the Lestranges had been executed rather than imprisoned, than a myriad of people would still be alive, Sirius Black the least of them. And the world would be a far better place without bloodthirsty maniacs like Dolohov and Macnair."

Hermione went red in the face, but everyone else shut her down. Neville commented, " He's got a good point you know. Maybe if they had been executed, plenty of people would still be alive, and You-Know-Who would have a much smaller powerbase."

Hermione let out an angry growl, " I can't believe you are agreeing with him! If we killed them, then we wouldn't be any better than they are!"

The man smiled, "A man I know wouldn't hesitate to kill them anyway. If it's my family dying, then I want the enemy dead too. Why should they live when my wife and children, and parents, and grandparents were all killed by them? I would personally extract every bit of enjoyment possible out of wringing the life out of them. Slowly."

Hermione hissed behind them, " Sadist."

Molly prevented further argument by declaring that the Wedding would be starting soon. Now things would get interesting.

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( Khazad War Room)

Khazad, and it's rival city, Thule, were equal and exact opposites of each other. The Goblins of Khazad living under a militaristic society. The Dwarves of Thule lived in a friendly Monarchy that was determined via merit. As a result, the Goblin Kings often feuded with their Dwarven Counterpart. However, Varric was more often than not, a match for the five Goblin Kings. It was the Cold Prince of the Goblins that was his enemy. Said Cold Prince was the one speaking right now, boring the hell out of Varric Tethras.

" It has come to my attention that the Surface tensions have increased once more with the actions of our Champion. I am not opposed to tension, but I am opposed to fighting more…."

A goblin came running, shouting, " Milords! This just came in! The Surface Ministry of Magic has just been attacked! The siege has begun!"

" Who's forces?"

" Dark Lord Voldemort's, milord. The Champion has not requisitioned any troops as of yet. He is still reconing the enemy situation."

Everyone at the table swore angrily. It had been their hope that the Light Side would at least be able to hold out for them to bring the real guns to battle, but that was just a pipe dream now. They wouldn't be able to settle with the debt system. They now had to take down both sides. Both Dwarf and Goblin knew that the Humans didn't keep nearly a large enough security force for the Ministerial Fortress, much less the entire country. A corps of roughly a hundred Aurors, and about fifty Unspeakables. The only defense force in all of Britain. And they expected to win this war?

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( Harry)

Harry sighed as he removed the contact in his left eye, revealing his Aura sight, albeit very faintly. He was sitting next to Ron and Neville, who both knew who he was now. He had convinced Ron to go with Hermione, and Neville to stay at Hogwarts, albeit, that was already Neville's decision. Harry laughed as he saw some of the Auras of his comrades.

Luna had a somewhat normal Aura, middle of the stream at best. If Neville didn't already know he wasn't the Chosen One, his Aura was definitely not Chosen One power level. Ron had no qualms about his weakness as a wizard was his lack of skill, but he wasn't the most powerful Aura Harry'd ever seen either. Then he got into the surprising results.

He watched Fleur and Bill as Fleur walked down the aisle. Surprisingly, Fleur had one of the weakest Auras he'd ever seen, really saying something for a guy who hung around a woman who hadn't used magic for five years. Whether it was because her Veela heritage was concealing some of her power, or if she really was that weak and just pretending to be good due to spell knowledge, it was a shock. Given that Fleur's mother, Apolline, registered as having no Aura one moment, and then having a Mid-stream Aura the next, he was inclined to believe that it was mix of the two. Fleur was nowhere near as powerful as he had thought she was, but she wasn't just hiding behind experience either. Unlike Bill, who also surprised him with a weak Aura.

The Goblins always spoke highly of Bill, but they usually did so with a smile on their faces. That screamed " Inside Joke!" to anyone around. They often made jokes about him not being able to finish the job. Since they obviously weren't talking about his sex life ( he bagged a Veela for God's sake) it had something to do with his magic. Funnily, the entire Weasley family, with two very notable exceptions, had rather weak Auras. The Twins were a massive exclamation to that norm, because he had trouble dealing with their Auras on a setting higher than twenty percent.

Luckily, the Twins weren't sitting near him, so he was able to turn his Aura Sight up to fifty percent. He was scanning the woods behind the main stage, because he was certain he'd seen a flicker of magic behind it earlier. Lazarus had a good knowledge of what types of magic did what, so Harry knew that certain colors meant certain magic. The flicker had been purple, meaning that it was a Transportation type of magic. Since Luna had shown up almost immediately after the flicker, he had assumed that it was her. That's when he remembered that Luna lived in the same village as the Weasleys, so why would she be using Transportation magic?

Then he saw it again. He squinted, and saw two more flashes, this time much more distinct. More than one person using a Portkey. Not good. Harry stood up, drawing attention to himself. Some people looked at him, so he muttered, " Uh, bathroom. Be right back."

His armor didn't make things easy, but he managed to fall through the small crowd. He shifted his helm, and turned his Aura Sight up. Yep, there's people in those woods. I count thirty auras. Some of them are really faint, even on high level, but there's one who stands pretty tall. Must be the commander. Typical Death Eater tactics, just like Darkspawn. Send a bunch of weaklings to cover for the big. Harry thought as he looked around the woods. He began to formulate a plan. He couldn't let the Death Eaters attack the party. No one but Death Eaters were dying on his watch. Shame Damien wasn't there. These stealthy kind of ambushes were more his style.

Kneeling low in the tall grass, he kept his head up to see the enemy. It seemed they were waiting on a signal of some sort for the attack. If the Ministry was being attacked, a likely occurrence, then the signal would probably be some sort of message from an Order Member in the Ministry. A Patronus Messenger would be such a distinctive messenger. Harry began to draw closer to the Death Eaters. He crept up into a bush, trying to make as little noise as possible in his armor. Luckily, the Death Eaters were paying so much attention looking for their signal, they didn't notice him.

He smirked as an unlucky one separated from the pack, and began walking toward his bush. The Death Eater stopped right in front of him, and turned his back to him. Perfect. Harry reached up, clapped his hand over the Eater's mouth, and drove his dagger into the man's back. He slumped down without a sound, and Harry threw some brush over the body. Luckily, the other Eaters still hadn't noticed. Twenty nine now.

He couldn't do this forever, it wouldn't take long for the others to notice that there was a missing Eater amongst them. He cast a Disillusionment charm on himself, and rolled out of the bush. Cringing at the sound of his armor clinging, he cast a Silencing charm on himself. He saw a trio separated from the pack. He crept over to them, and hit one with a Stunner, one with a throwing dagger, and the third barely had time to realized what had happened before he was on the ground, dead. Twenty six now.

He kept moving, making sure to avoid the sticks on the ground. He was within the enemy formation now. Stealth wouldn't serve him much now, he was carrying too much equipment. The Armor of the Sentinel itself was heavy, but it wasn't unwieldy like some armors. It was his banner and polearm that were getting in the way. He sat them down on the ground, and continued onward. His newest target almost walked into him, forcing a quick stab with a dagger. Twenty five.

That's when the enemy commander began to notice. He commented, " Hey Goyle? Does it seem like we're missing some of the guys?"

Presumably, Goyle answered, " I don't know, Jugson. But it does seem like some is laying around."

Harry cursed as a Death Eater tripped over one of the bodies he hadn't hidden. He hissed, " Hey, it's…Bloody hell he's dead!"

At that moment, Jugson pointed at a glittering silver lynx running towards the Wedding, " That's the signal! Begin the attack!"

Harry frowned as he saw the Death Eaters begin to get into position. He was behind them now. He ran over and picked up the naginata, and slung his shield onto his back. He wasn't running, but he was certainly moving faster than walking. He tried to control his breathe to not give himself away like the Goblins had shown. No easier way to ruin an ambush than for an astute warrior to hear you breathing.

He was right behind Jugson, when the man lifted his head to the perfect height. Harry smiled as he swung the polearm in a horizontal slash. The nearest Death eater didn't have time to register his commander's head hitting the ground before he was impaled. Harry spun the poleaxe around and slashed the next. He parried a weak stunner, reflecting it away with the blade of the Naginata. He quickly shifted positions, and disappeared into the woods, generating confusion amongst the Death Eaters. As he had hoped, they decided to pursue him rather than attack the Wedding. No one ever said Death Eaters were smart now did they?

He smirked as he hid behind a large oak tree to catch his breath. He heard the heavy footfalls of two more Death Eaters coming his way. He spun out from behind the tree, and drove the spear home. One fell, the other tried a curse. Harry dodged it narrowly, though it did take off one of his dragon wings on the helm. He felt his Aura sight immediately weaken, and regretted having his Eye abilities fueled through his helmet. He couldn't count where they were now. He made a split second decision. Bring them to him.

He let out a war cry, drawing all the attention to him, and then turned back into the woods. He barely avoided some of the curses, but when he felt he had reached a safe distance, he turned to face them. Immediately, he turned sideways to avoid a slew of curses that were clumsily aimed at him. He threw his spear at the nearest death eater, sidestepped, and drew his sword. He brought his shield up in just enough time to block an Avada Kedavra and reflect it back. Unfortunately, now his shield was overloaded. He wouldn't be able to block another for a few minutes. He had to keep moving.

He found himself right in a gaggle, he tripped one and broke his neck by slamming his boot down on it. He pulled his wand out, and noticed he was in trouble. Thinking quickly, he fired an overpowered Lumos spell, blinding the enemy. In the small time it took for the nearest foes to regain their eyesight, he cut down five of them. He smiled as he ducked into a large bush to gather his breath.

These Death Eaters were proving to be more a nuisance than expected, if only because they had adopted to his tactics, and were clustering together now. That was a problem, but Harry didn't survive a year in the Dark Roads for nothing. He had picked up on some tricks to defeat clusters of enemies With his wand, rather than the elemental grenades used in the Dark Roads, this was going to be easier. Ten of them congealed together in a pack, figuring there was safety in numbers as they hunted him. He searched for a spell, and came across a powerful fireball spell called Augue.

He drew his wand, and steadied himself. He still couldn't do silent casting, so he was going to be revealing his location. But taking down some Death Eaters, and maybe starting a forest fire, was good enough reason. He whipped around the tree and shouted, " Augue!"

A large ball of fire flew from his wand, catching the Death Eaters completely by surprise. The fiery blast incinerated five of their wands, and several died. Some began to cast Aguamenti to try and put the fires out, but Harry pressed his advantage, and cut them down. He jumped back into cover, and noticed the other Death Eaters were now retreating. He heard the cracks of Apparation, and turned his Aura sight up to full power. He saw no one, and began to return to the Wedding.

To his surprise, there wasn't anyone at the Wedding when he returned, save for the Weasley Bros, sans Ron. Fred and George found him first, " Harry, what happened? I thought you were going to the bathroom."

" I got sidetracked by some Death Eaters in the woods. Did any more show up?"

Fred smiled, " We weren't attacked, but the Ministry has fallen. That lynx was Kingsley's warning to the Order members to go into hiding."

" Death Eaters were watching for it. It was their signal to attack. Overheard them while they were unaware of my presence. Say, you guys wouldn't happen to have some grease would you? Need to clean my weapons, and armor."

Charlie came up, asking, " Why don't you just use a Scourgify?"

" Because that doesn't preserve the edge, that's why. First thing a warrior always does, whether he's a greenhorn or a veteran of three wars, is sharpen his blade and clean his armor,", Harry sat down while he was saying this, and pulled out a whetstone. He first used an Aguamenti charm to blast the gore off, and then he used the grease they brought to help sharpen it. Luckily, the blade had sharpening charms on it, so he didn't have to do much.

Bill and Fleur showed up next. Harry smiled at the two, " So, you guys do know me right?"

Bill shook his gauntleted hand, " Fred and George told everyone that you were Harry after you left. But they said you had a bigger secret to tell us. Well?"

Harry laughed, " Get the rest of the family together if you want to know. Is Neville here?"

" Nope, he went back home when Kingsley's Patronus showed up. Ron and Hermione disappeared to a safe house that Dumbledore prepared for them. Don't really know much on what they are after."

Harry smiled as the rest of the Weasley family, namely Arthur and Molly, showed up. Harry stood up, and took his banner in hand. He slammed the flagstaff into the ground, and began to mess with the fastenings on the clothe. In a moment, the banner unfurled, and Bill gasped. A large, golden eagle was on the banner, set against a jet black background.

Harry smiled as he said, " I'm Goblin Champion Harry James Potter."

The effect of his words took effect a moment after he said them, and Bill promptly fell out. Fleur didn't take long to follow him, because they both worked for the Goblins. Thus, they knew the implications of the Champion being in their presence. Ginny scowled at him, " You shouldn't make boastful claims, Harry."

" I appreciate your concern for my ego, Ginny, but I really am the Goblin Champion. Speaking of which, was that you kissing Neville earlier?"

Ginny blushed Weasley red. She answered meekly, and a little embarrassed, " Yes."

" Damn, that means I can't get any pussy. I came out here for no reason!"

Molly scolded his language, in true fashion, " Watch your language Harry. You're amongst humans now, and while I don't know how the Goblins talk, I do know that is inappropriate."

" Trust me, the Goblins are twenty times worse than I am. And the Claimed are even worse than that. Lazarus gave me an earful the first day I was there. ' If you see a fellow warrior that you like, do not hesitate to strike it up with them! It may be the last time you ever see them!' Funny, considering that Lazarus himself claimed that he was bound by oaths of chastity. That didn't keep him from pushing every female that came out of the Eluvians at me."

Fred laughed, " That's a good man there Harry."

Molly scowled, " You shouldn't be acting like a little manwhore like…"

" Like my father and Sirius were reputed to be? What? I'm not allowed to live up to family heritage anymore?"

The Male Weasleys howled in laughter at that, while the two females just scowled in disapproval at him. He stood up, " Well, it has been nice, but I need to get back to Grimmauld Place to finish arranging the Goblin assault. They'll definitely be wanting to battle now that the Ministry has fallen."

Bill paled, " Goblins? Assault?"

" That's right Bill, there will be a Goblin revolt coming. And this one isn't going to fail. They have the Cold Prince. And… they have me."

Bill twitched, " Y-You? You can't be planning to go against your own people do you?"

" What's wrong with it? The Wizarding World is hopelessly corrupt. It needs to be destroyed and rebuilt. A new civilization cannot rise unless the old one is destroyed. It oppresses those who aren't pureblooded. A Muggleborn can't get above Senior Auror and its equivalent ranks in the Ministry. The only way to get rid of it, is to purge it. That's why Dumbledore failed. He was too scared to take the actions needed to win, and it got him killed. "

Bill hesitated, " But wouldn't the Goblin style of thinking be even worse?"

" I already had this argument with Hermione. No it wouldn't. We need Social Darwinism to root out the weak, like Malfoy, and keep them from attaining positions of power. It might give guys like the Dark Lord a legitimate claim, but it is better than watching someone like Fudge on the throne isn't it?"

Bill frowned. George answered, " Hey, he's got a good point. We would be in such a better position if we hadn't had Fudge as Minister."

Harry smiled evilly as he watched the family he once considered to be equivalent to his own dissolve into chaos. The difference of opinions was staggering. Charlie and the Twins were on Harry's side, plus Ron. But Bill, Ginny, and the parents were firmly Dumbledorian in philosophy. That didn't really surprise him that much. The parents owed a lot of what they had to Dumbledore, and Bill was the eldest, so he would have been raised the same way.

On the other hand, the Twins had always been rebellious, and so had Charlie. Harry saw the makings of his own Human following in the process of becoming powerful. There were plenty of neutral families that would make good additions to his own bloc of power. He saw the Turpins, and figured they would be a good place to start. He pulled his Goblin Portkey out, and whisked out to Grimmauld Place.

A/N: Well, I edited the chapter, and hopefully this one is better.

The Battle: I think this version is better. It's a little more tactical, and maybe less action oriented, but overall, I think it's better.

Aura Sight: I'm keeping it, and I knew someone had used it before, but it is apparently rather prevalent. To add some changes to it, it is an Artificial ability that is always active in some aspect. Harry uses contacts to disguise the coloring given because of it. The Dragon Wings on his helm grant him his ability. If he should lose one, it is severely weakened. Should he lose both, it would be rendered inoperable.

Power Levels: To clear things up, I created the Power Level thing in the previous chapter as something for Hermione ( who possesses such an analytical mind) to scale everyone to. It isn't a definitive assumption of how powerful someone is. Power does change in my fiction, unlike others. In response to a concern raised by BloodyKitsune.

Naginata: The favored polearm of the Samurai was used to deflect incoming arrows, as well as being the fastest two handed weapon ever tested on Deadliest Warrior. I'm not exaggerating it's capabilities.