:::Chap 2:::

at the Weasley House

Ginny Weasley sat by her bedroom window, waiting. She wasn't supposed to wait anymore she told herself. No, she wasn't supposed to wait for Harry anymore. He had left and become a death eater. He hadn't said anything, just left. Why had he done that? Did he not love her anymore? He at one time said that he would do anything to protect her. Did that not hold true anymore? Yes, she wasn't supposed to wait anymore. She didn't even know what she was waiting for anymore. Was it just for Harry to come back or was she waiting for an explanation? No answers came to her, so she just continued to wait by her bedroom window looking at nothing in particular.

::::at headquarters::::

Remus Lupin apparated into 12 Grimauld place. Upon his arrival he looked around at the rest of the order. There weren't many left of them. Compared to the army that Voldemort had their measly number of 20 aurors, a varying degree of races on their side, seemed hopeless. On top of that, he would have the terrible job of telling one, Lily Potter, that he had failed to bring her son and that he thought it was hopeless to try.

"Remus, is that you?" called out a woman's voice from the room next door, which happen to be the kitchen. In came a thin red-haired woman with emerald green eyes. The hope in her eyes that shone when she first came into the room were quickly dashed when she saw that he was alone.

"Lily, I'm, I'm," said Lupin, not able to finish his apology. He bowed his head shame. The words just wouldn't come out. "I wasn't able to bring him back. And I don't think I'll be able to either."

"Oh Remus, I had so hoped," sobbed out Lily. Footsteps could be heard come into the room. A raven haired man with spectacles came in saying, "Come on, the meeting is about to start." Upon seeing his wife crying, he went to her and said while rubbing her back gently, "Come on Lily, let's go."

:::Harry's house:::

Harry was thinking. He was thinking of his next move. He had once told Arthur Weasley that Ginny was his first priority. Did that still hold true. The answer came with resounding clarity. It was YES and it would always be yes. Wasn't that why he had become a death eater? Wasn't that why he gone and done terrible things? He had never killed anyone but, he had become known as the worst death eater because he didn't give you release from the hell called pain. He had sent more people to Saint Mungos than Voldemort had killed. He had to stop thinking, he told himself.

"I already have my plan. I've had it since I left home," he told himself. Harry went to his kitchen and made himself a sandwich, all the while not able to stop himself from thinking his already planned next move. 3 out of the 4 steps had already been completed. Now he just had to make sure that all the death eaters did what they were supposed to. Ties to Voldemort were always really tight. They out all the types of ties were the hardest to break. Harry silently got up and left to go to bed. There was no way he would be able to tell which death eater would back out at the last moment because of his loyalty to Lord Voldemort. When the final battle came, that's when he would know.

::::Headquarters::::

Around a table sat the entire Order of the Phoenix. At the front stood an old man with silver hair and a silver beard with half moon spectacles. His name was Albus Dumbledore.

"We are slowly falling entirely to Voldemort and his army. I fear that this final battle is our last hope and our defeat. There is nothing that I can think of that will help us to win against this horror. We are all that is left of the ones that want to fight for the light and our freedom. Many of our original number are dead and countless more are insane. James, Lily, I'm sorry but, I can not deny that the latter is because of your son." Said the tired looking man with a defeated sigh.

"It's alright Albus, we have already come to terms with that," said James. With that he stood up and spoke clearly for everyone to hear, "I'm tired of waiting and watching to see if my own son or Voldemort and his death eaters have something else. I want my freedom. I don't want to live in a world where the ruler is worse than the ministry. I'm fighting in this final battle and if I die in it, then so be it."

"Here, here," shouted out a scruffy looking man by the name of Sirius Black.

"I am with James all the way."

"Sirius, you'd be beside James no matter what but, I'm with him also," said Remus.

These sentiments were echoed by all the other members.

Albus stood up and said his final words, "Then it is decided, we are all going through with the final battle. Thank you. I now say that this meeting is over. Get some rest because the fight tomorrow might be your last."

With that, all the Order member apparated away to their separate homes to try to sleep, though none of them would be able to sleep well that night.

:::::In a cemetery, (the one Harry saw in his 4th year):::::

Silence filled the air. Dead silence. Only two people stood in the cemetery and that was Voldemort and Harry Potter.

"Potter, call them!" hissed Voldemort.

"Yes, my Lord," said Harry as he pressed on the moving tattoo on his arm. Pain seared through him but he did nothing but bite his bottom lip. Waiting for no more than 10 seconds Voldemorts army began appearing into the cemetery. They began to form rings with death eaters as the first circle, then werewolves with Fenrir Grayback at the front of them, then trolls, and lastly dementors. When all were present Voldemort came to the very middle.

"Now we wait and see if any of the light is actually brave enough to come forward." Laughed Voldemort. All started to chuckle.

::::At the headquarters::::

Albus Dumbledore waited in anticipation for the rest of the order to arrive. He didn't to have to wait long for them to show. All order members arrived in about 2 minutes.

"Well," he sighed, "let's go." And with that all order member disapparated to the appointed cemetery.

At the cemetery

Within seconds where stood on one side only Voldemort's army now stood on the other side was the light.

"Well, well, well, you decided to show up after all. Shall we finish this." Said Voldemort upon seeing the members of the order.

"Yes we shall." Said James Potter.

"Alright, lets fight," Voldemort said to his army.