Very raw. I am applying for Grad School, so I don't have a lot of time for edits.
Chapter 8: Assault on Malfoy Manor
Finding the ancestral home of the Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy was ridiculously easy. The prodigious amount of fundraisers, parties, business meetings, and orgies allowed for most of the wizarding population to at least be aware of the manor's existence.
The manor was impressive to say the least. A massive Italian and roman architectural structure, standing a good five stories tall on a thousand acre tract of land, eighty miles from London. Malfoy Manor sported two hundred rooms, four levels, and an underground complex complete with dungeons, barracks, armory, library, and training hall. A good hundred thousand square feet of space made up the mansion, with a finely manicured lawn surrounding the premises.
Tactically speaking, the house was a complete nightmare. The lawns for the grounds were cut out to five hundred meters, with not a scrub or tree for concealment and cover. The outer walls were thick, and the many fountains, marble staircases, narrow windows, and viewing towers offered hundreds of good cover positions for shooters. Nearly every square inch could be turned into a murderous firing position.
Then there were the magical wards that layered the entire premises like an onion. Each layer only got stronger the closer you came to the core of the premises. Apparently these wards there designed to repel all magical beings with ill intent towards the manor and those within. A few simple Notice-Me-Not wards were kept in place to ward away the muggles. Inferior animals were not seen as threats anyway.
"You know, if they had some decent body guards with machine-gun teams at those fountains, this would be a lot harder." Scott muttered as he glassed the compound with a pair of binoculars.
The two brothers lay, covered in their invisibility cloaks, just inside the treeline, a good five hundred meters from the front door of the manor. Nate was snuggled up against the stock of his REPR, eye glued to the scope. Scott had a spotting scope and range finder lying next to him. A small index card with lists of varying distances lay in front of him, within an easy glance.
"Yeah, that and a couple sniper nests in those towers. You could see the edge of the world, sitting up there. Good thing these idiots are arrogant bigots. Should make our job easier." Nate said. He grinned at the house.
Scott rose up and crouch walked backwards until he slid behind a short green tube propped up on two metal legs. An open wood crate sat waiting next to the tube. Scott checked the elevation again, and snatched up a pointed round. A big heavy round.
Those house elves in Diagon really came through. Scott and Nate were both stunned when they returned from Hogwarts to find, literally boxes and boxes of supplies overflowing from the rental house. The little elves raided nearly every military base on the island, and several across the pond for the materials. Dumbledore and his order helped out with the purchase, forking over a good two thousand galleons to make it all happen.
One of the items, that now lay ready in Scott's hands, was a M224 60mm mortar. A courtesy steal from America. Two crates of HE or high explosive came with the weapon, as well as a dozen marking munitions. Scott picked a white smoke mortat round and prepped it for launch.
"Calling it in," Nate said. "Sierra November to Oscar Tango Papa, we are beginning our assault, how copy?" He said into his radio. The device gave off a loud hash before a voice timidly spoke.
"Uh, what?" Nate spat to the side.
"Fucking idiots. Oscar Tango Papa, we are assaulting, how copy?"
"Who is this?" Scott laughed out loud at the question. He couldn't help it. Nate gave a low grumble in his throat.
"I'm the guy, fucking your grandma. Now we're gonna fuck Malfoy's wife. Copy that, dipshit?" Nate cut the radio off.
Scott primed the mortar, dropped the round and knelt away from the tube, covering his head in the process. The mortar gave a loud smack and the marker round shot off. Scott counted in his head and could just make out a puff of smoke as the marker hit the dirt.
"Seventy up," Nate grunted at him. Scott spun the elevation dial and repeated the shot. This time the white smoke charge struck the second story wall of the east side of the manor.
"Your right on. Fuck 'em."
Scott grinned wickedly, and proceeded to drop a string of ten 60mm HE rounds on the manor house. The dull thumbs of their impacts was like music to their ears. Mortar, masonry, and marble shattered under the onslaught, cracking the beautiful architecture into thousands of tiny bits. The second and third story walls caved in revealing rooms within. Into these Scott dropped three rounds of Willy Peter, or white phosphorous, which immediately ignited the upper stories.
Black arid smoke poured from the upper floors of the manor house, obscuring a deep and raging internal fire. The first level seemed pristine, while everything above it was a twisted and ugly ruin. Scott switched between HE and WP, seemingly dropping the rounds anywhere he pleased. He increased the elevation of the tube a bit and dropped another ten rounds on the roof, taking out two spires and sending a tower top hurling into the front lawn.
"Contacts, twenty plus!" Nate barked. Scott ceased his bombardment and shimmed up next to his brother. He glanced through his spotting scope and caught figures moving in front of the Manor, their figures obscured slightly from the smoke and rubble.
"Gonna have to switch to thermals." Scott muttered.
"I got it, just give me distance. How far to the third fountain?" Nate asked. The fountain in question was the furthest from their position and closest to the front door of the manor. Miraculously the collapsing spires and towers had just managed to miss landing on the fountain, which depicted a wizard with his wand raised high.
Scott glanced at his index card. "Five hundred Fifty Three meters. Wind moving East to North East 10mph."
Nate adjusted his scope and squeezed the trigger. The REPR coughed one then twice. Nate let out a soft curse.
"My aim's off. Bullet's hitting eight inches above my point of aim. Bullet trajectory is about the same as hitting a target at twenty five meters instead of five hundred." Nate explained. His rifle coughed another five times.
"Goblin magic, eh? I've compensated. Can you pick out targets?" Scott glassed the front of the manor with his scope. He saw figures scrambling to find cover and several jets of light as spells shot off in all directions. Nate's REPR let off a shot once every two seconds. One of the death eaters in Scott's field of view, lost his head in a shower of blood and gore. Scott whistled softly.
Two minutes later, all movement had ceased. Blood spatters caked the white limestone masonry, as nearly two dozen bodies lay dead on the front steps. Nate calmly reloaded his rifle with a fresh ninety round magazine. He scanned the complex with his scope and glassed the damaged building. Occasionally he would see movement from within and pop a couple more rounds at targets.
"Execute phase two." Scott said. He packed up the optics and loaded the mortar into their modified ALICE packs. The two men made sure their bodies were fully covered by the invisibility cloaks. Their back packs just barely fit under the long garments. Once they were set, Nate radioed in their progress.
"Order of the Phoenix, this is Nate and Scott, Malfoy Manor has been purged of its advanced guard, we are moving in." Nate turned the radio off before he could hear a reply. Scott smiled beneath his cloak, though he could not visibly see his brother, he knew a grimace marred the ex-marine's features.
"No more code names?" Scott asked lightly. Nate growled at him.
The brother's ghosted out of the trees and started a long jog towards their target. Nate looped around the back of the estate, scaling the first wall with little difficulty. Scott hit the front gate, using a string of yellow detonator cord, he blew a whole large enough to fit through and slipped in. Neither man was detected in their entry, despite the noise Scott caused with his explosion.
After scaling nearly a hundred steps, Scott came to appreciate Nate's masterful bloodwork. That marine was a true marksman, nailing nearly every death eater once in the head. Blood stars and chunks of gray brain matter lay nearly everywhere.
An HE round had landed on the front steps in front of the large oak entrance way. A crater half a meter wide lay in Scott's way. He swiftly bounded up to the top landing and placed a hefty pound of C4 on the front door. He set the timer for ten seconds and took cover. The explosion shook his frame, concussive force compressing his chest and causing him to gasp for air. The charge vaporized the front doors, and turned the atrium into a fire storm of destruction.
Hefting his modified FAL, Scott strode into the manor house.
And promptly ran right out. A dozen bolts of light shooting through the portal after him. Scott ducked behind the front wall and let loose a full magazine into the atrium. He relished the cries of agony that followed his barrage.
His brief look into the Atrium showed a dozen desks and tables scattered around in a semi-circle. Several heads were poking out with wands outstretched. Flames licked at the draperies and portraits, causing their occupants to flee in terror. It was a scene of near perfect chaos. The death eaters were even set up and ready for a fight. Little good that determination would do them.
Scott popped the pins on two flash bangs and tossed them through the entrance way, one after another. He covered his ears, jammed his eyes closed, and opened his mouth to release the pressure form his lungs.
FLASH! BANG!
The concussion sent a spiral of pulverized marble dust and black smoke billowing out from the atrium. As the bang echoed off the walls, Scott pushed himself out of cover and advanced inside, hugging the left hand wall. He lined up stumbling targets with his sights and expertly mowed them down. Two to the chest, and a final shot to the head, on semi. The dull silenced thumps from the muzzle was lost in the chaos of the fight.
Scott scanned his wet work with approval and advanced more cautiously into the first floor of the mansion. He checked bannisters, fountains, hidden doorways, and tapestries for enemy targets. He located three sniveling men hiding under a mahogany desk, three downs from the entrance way. Scott flicked his rifle to full auto and blasted the desk. The heavy 165gr. .308 slugs tore through the thick wood as if it was tissue paper, plastering the men groveling behind their meager cover.
Satisfied, Scott moved deeper into the house. He paused at every door, giving a cursory check of the rooms. At locked doors he used physical force or small explosive charges to rend them open. Sometimes he would locate a death eater and dispatch them, usually the rooms were empty, bereft of targets, but filled to the brim with magical oddities.
"Oscar Tango Papa is on site," Scott's radio clicked. He gave a single click in acknowledgment as he checked the last door down the corridor. Overall the entire check had taken twenty minutes from front door to back.
And the stupid Order of the Phoenix just stepped through the front door. Idiots.
"Second floor clear," Nate radioed him. Scott sighed and headed towards the grand staircase in the front hall. The entrance to the basement lay inside the main hall nestled in between the two extravagant staircases. That was where Nate and Scott expected to find the highest amount of resistance.
The brother's met up in the entrance way, each reloading their weapons and checking each other's equipment. Aurors and other members of the order were slowly walking in, gawking at the complete destruction the two mercenaries had wrought. For most this level of carnage brought old memories of the war with Grindelwald.
Albus Dumbledore strode through the atrium with a cadre of order members close on his heels. He walked right up the the brothers sparing the room a simple glance.
"You work fast, "He said simply. Scott gave him a vicious grin.
"Long as we get paid well. I though you would keep the Aurors off our backs?" Nate asked gruffly. The one thing he hated above all else was big government getting in the way of his work. Dumbledore turned to him to answer but a loud voice interrupted him.
"So these are the mercenaries?"
All three men turned to see a strong witch march through the atrium, a wand clasped firmly in either hand. Her face was young but lined with many a crease of worry. She held her head high as she strode in. She spared the dead and twisted bodies a look of disgust before closing in.
"Yes Amelia, these are our little helpers." Albus said in his grandfather tone. Scott snorted next to him while Nate spat a glob of saliva to the side.
"You must be Amelia Bones?" Scott asked. The woman raised an eyebrow and gave him a curt nod.
"Indeed, I see you've heard of me. I could not let Albus and his vigilante group go on a hunting mission without my Aurors. If you're worried in ministry intrusion, take heart. Fudge will not know of this strike until the deed is done." Amelia explained. Her gaze rolled over the two men.
Scott didn't buy a word of it.
"Bullshit. What do you want?"
Amelia froze for half a second, then she smiled, a predatory grin.
"Fudge continually undercuts the Auror program. I need funding. Half the gold you recover goes into our coffers. That and Malfoy Manor stays intact when you leave. How is that for bullshit."
"No way, we do the work and you wade in and take the damn fruit from under our noses!" Nate cut in. His grip on his weapon had turned completely white. Scott reached out a hand and gave his Brother's shoulder a comforting squeeze.
"Fine, you get half of what we find. But we're still going to raze this mansion to the ground." Scott said. Amelia shook her head.
"No way. Malfoy Manor is of an Ancient and Noble House. I cannot let you simply burn it to the ground. The wards and magical properties here are ancient. My department would have much to gain by studying them."
Scott sighed. He glanced at Albus and the Aurors surrounding them. This was exactly what he and his brother wanted to avoid.
The explosion saved him from doing something stupid.
Behind the quartet the basement doors exploded, showering the Auror entry team in a green sizzling substance. The screams started immediately as flesh was instantly liquified, and pooled off their skeletons. Amelia cursed and ran for the injured casting several healing spells in her wake. Medical wizards and Healers quickly followed.
"An acid ward, placed on the door. One of many I would suspect," Albus said. Scott and Nate exchanged a glance. Their silent conversation was clear. That could be them with their faces melted off. Scott repressed a personal shudder at such a death.
The healers went to work and carted off the severely injured. A new entry team was formed, this time of curse and ward breakers. They cast diagnostic spells and shattering and blasting hexes in their wake to clear the next level of traps.
Warily, the brothers followed the entry teams, their weapons armed and ready. As they followed behind the wizards the mercenaries received several superior and disgusted looks. The so called light wizards were as big a group of bigots as the dark.
So far not a single Death Eater had appeared in their search. Every ten meters into the dungeons, a new ward or curse would spring up and force the group to slow their pace. It took an hour to clear half a dozen rooms, including the training hall, and armory. Scott and Nate broke off from the group here and looted a bit for any items that looked interesting.
The Armory was set up like those seen in medieval castles. Weapon racks dominated the walls, and took up nearly every available space. The weapons were a mix of edged swords, daggers, axes, and simple projectile weapons like bows and crossbows. All of them shone in an intense light, and had obviously been preserved through spells and other charms.
The brother's preferred their modern projectile weapons for real wet work, but they both grabbed half a dozen swords and daggers each. If anything, these weapons would make good barter tools for a later universe.
Not all the weapons were of muggle origin. There was a crate filled to the brim with hundreds of old wands. Suits of dragon and basilisk armors stood on display mannequins. Various rare magical goods were strewn around the room, all of them giving off a darker aura than usual. Scott and Nate stripped the place of the armor, and battle style clothing, silently promising each other they would look at the stuff later. Once satisfied with their loot, the two rejoined the search teams.
They caught up with the lead group as they tried to break into the Mansion's vault on the lowest level of the dungeons. A dozen Auror's case ward detection and deletion spells on a massive wrought iron doorway the was nearly ten feet high and six across. Amelia Bones and Albus Dumbledore stood watching the Auror's work.
"Any more dangerous wards?" Amelia called out to her men. Teh Auror's kept going for another ten minutes before they ceased spell casting and backed up.
"Ma'am, All curses have been neutralized, but we have a problem. The door sealed itself as we got close. So far none of our spells have cracked it. We could try to blast our way in, but I doubt we have the power." The head Auror explained.
Albus and Amelia shared a look. They both strode forward and aimed their wands at the center of the door.
"Everyone fall back!" The head Auror called. Scott and Nate wisely jumped around the corner.
REDUCTO!
Two voices shouted in the dungeon, one on top of the other. A powerful red light flashed through the hallways nearly blinding the searchers with it's power. A thunderous explosion shook the walls. A concussion wave laid everyone out on the floor with it's force. The mansion house seemed to shake on it's foundations for several seconds before all was quiet.
Scott poked his head out around the hall way corner. He let out a soft whistle and approached the two solitary mages. The vault door was gone. Completely, utterly blown away. Most of the entry way into the vault had been pulverized as well, leaving a gaping hole a good eight feet across and twelve feet high. As the rest of the assault force joined them, Albus shot a light spell down the corridor and into the vault. The small orb split into ten different orbs, each cascading light off the walls and ceiling. A massive pile of gold, silver, and copper awaited their eyes. Chests filled with gold bars, jewels, statues, and blocks of raw ore sat ready for the taking.
Amelia cast an eye at Dumbledore and gave him a bright smile.
"Ah, it seems the Malfoy's did not trust all their fortune with the Goblins." Dumbledore said lightly as he stroked his beard. Nate grinned broadly at Scott who nodded his head.
"Don't forget our arrangement, Lady Bones." Scott reminded as politely as he could. There was a veiled threat here as well. From Scott's position he could easily put several rounds into Amelia's back before she could fire a spell off.
Amelia's smile shrank to a smirk. She raised her wand and a bright red ribbon speared into the vault and separated the cache of gold, splitting the pile right down the middle. She turned and gave a slight bow to Scott and Nate.
"For excellent services rendered to us, We'll take the right side, if you take care of the left." She said. Nate and Scott both nodded and then went to work.
Unlike the Auror's who cheered over their looted bounty and fondled the money amongst themselves, Scott and Nate professionally loaded up their back packs of holding. They sweeped arm loads of gold and silver coins into the packs. The dividing line gave them two large chests, one of gold bars and the other of priceless jewels. The chests were two big to fit into the duffel bags, so the brother's were content with grabbing arm loads of the treasure and loose dumping them into the bags. Despite their speed and single track work, it took them the better part of an hour to clear out their side of the vault.
With their bags full of looted treasure and medieval weapons, the two satisfied mercenaries made their way out of the basement and into the first floor of the mansion house. The headed for the door and found most of the Order of the Phoenix milling about ina group discussing the last three hours of the assault, they all fell silent as the two mercenaries approached.
"We ye made good on ye hit," Mad Eye said. His spinning eye slowed to a stop and analyzed the two men briefly. It spun back up after a moment. The sight was both intriguing and unnerving for Scott. He gave a simple nod at Moody's way.
"A bit better than we expected. Last count was thirty eight death eaters, all of them minor. We got the Malfoy Library, armory, dungeon, and half of the vault. Sad we can't burn it all to the ground." Scott said.
"Ye'd rather destroy it?" Moody asked. Scott gave him a stiff nod. He looked back on the damaged mansion.
"I'd rather no leave a base the enemy can use at a later date. Amelia says she wants to study the wards. That's fine, but what happens after? There might be a safe house down below or on the grounds. If this place remains it is a tempting spot for relocation, especially after it's been cleared like this."
"That is a risk we will just have to take then," Albus Dumbledore stated as he walked up to them. "I must ask what your plans are for now?" He said.
"We've dealt the Death Eaters a big damn blow. I think we need to rearm and invest our time over the summer. Let them regroup their losses. When It's time we'll strike them again when their massed, hopefully then we can wipe them all out. Or at least get most of them." Scott explained.
"You will need a place to stay." Albus stated. Scott simply grinned at him.
"Oh that's easy, we'll stay at your HQ." He said. The Order was taken aback. They gaped at him for a few moments before they all started talking at once, trying to dissuade Dumbledore of the ridiculous idea. After a moment Albus held up a hand and the sheep quieted down. All save for Moody, the old Auror silently staring at the two men as if they were a knew threat.
"And your reasoning?" Albus asked lightly.
"It's not selfish. We want a hand at teaching Harry Potter,"
"NO! ABSOLUTEY NOT!" Screeched Molly Weasley. The was immediately restrained by her husband and two other Order members. Scott wondered why she of all people had come along in the assault. Maybe she was there for support instead of combat?
"Albus," Gasped Molly, a tad more subdued but no less red in the face, "Albus, you can't let these … these .. MURDERERS teach Harry anything. They'll kill him!"
"Perhaps we should take this conversation to a more private setting," Albus said. He patted the air around Molly and Scott watched amazed as all the fight was sucked out of the fiery witch.
Albus conjured two sets of portkeys and handed one over to Nate and Scott. As he did so he spoke the words "The Order of the Phoenix is located at ..."
"Number 12 Grimmauld Place, yeah we got it." Scott said as he and Nate grabbed the Portkey. Both men were incredibly satisfied with the stunned expression on Dumbledore's face.
The Portkey unceremoniously dropped the two brothers into the middle of the atrium of the old Black house. Both men hit the floor with two loud thunks that seemed to shake the house. Unfortunately it was also more than enough to wake the portrait of Mrs. Black.
The screeching of the old hag lit up their ears and caused a near unbearable pain. Scott stumbled upright and staggered over to the portrait. He grabbed the two curtains and paused briefly, an idea immediately coming into his head. He fished out a zippo lighter from his combat vest, one of a dozen tools. Scott flicked open the lighter with a distinctive click and struck the flint. A spark of fire lit up the painting.
The screeching silenced immediately.
"Now that I have your attention, I am politely asking you to shut the fuck up!" Scott snarled, "If I hear your annoying voice again I will come right back here and burn you where you stand. Understand?"
Mrs. Black, a disgusting hag with several wrinkles lining her face gazed through the portrait at the spark of fire. She slowly smiled and gave Scott a short bow. Scott nodded back at her and snapped the zippo shut.
As he spun around he was met with the stunned expressions of the Order as well as a grinning brother. Scott gazed at them a minute before giving a little shrug.
"You have a way with the women, bro." Nate guffawed. Scott growled and flipped him the bird.
"Shall we adjourn to the kitchen?" Albus asked. He directed the group into a massive kitchen with a long table capable of seating twenty comfortably. Albus, instead of taking the lead seat, sat across from the brother's so he could look them in the eyes.
"No that we're all settled, perhaps you should elaborate on your plans for Harry Potter?" Albus asked. Scott noticed the grandfather demeanor was gone, replaced with something colder.
The brother's had discussed their plans in great detail as they were planning their assault on Malfoy Manor. It wouldn't do to keep hitting the death eaters over and over again. Their small guerrilla force would scatter across the planet and become instantly impossible to eradicate. Instead they needed a more ordered approach, one that stemmed from good preparation, timing, and supreme patience.
"At the moment we have dealt the death eaters and Voldemort a serious blow. Thirty eight of his minions are dead, added to eight of his inner circle. Voldemort's spirit is roaming once again, and we have scattered his support base. As of this moment he is searching for a way to return to his physical form.
"Our plan is long but simple. Over the next four months, we will be taking Harry Potter under our wing. Nate and I will put him through a tough regimen of physical training and combat tactics. In this we will get him to a confident level in hand to hand combat, both armed and unarmed. I understand most wizards have an extreme aversion to muggle firearms?" Scott explained. He looked to Albus for his answer. The old wizard simply nodded.
"Right," Scott continued, "That means we can't teach him to shoot. Such a thing would be a PR nightmare for Mr. Potter's reputation. That could easily whittle away his support base in Britain. Instead he will learn unarmed combat, followed by a regimen of knife, dagger, baton, and hatchet fighting styles. We're going to build him up physically and get some combat tactics into him."
Scott had to pause for another uproar. All of the order members save Albus, Remus, and Moody were on their feet and shouting at the mercenaries. Albus did nothing to silence the rampage, rather letting the Order shout themselves out.
"That is a dangerous combination to be teaching him," Albus said. Scott sighed and spread his hands out on the table. He took his time with how he answered, every word had to be spoken carefully.
"We know about the plans you have for the boy. We know of the three items of power you seek to accumulate. What you need to understand Dumbledore, is all your plans went out the window the moment we got here. That boy is a key soldier in this war, and he has survived so far by luck and luck alone. That same luck failed him two weeks ago, and he paid dearly for it.
"He needs to learn how to defend himself beyond the use of spells and magic. He needs to build up his endurance so he can last longer, fight harder, and if need be, run farther."
Scott sat back and gazed at them silently.
"Once again, they be speakin sense," Moody said. Albus looked at him for a moment.
"Alastor my friend, your proactive war stance rises again. I can always count on you to go on the offensive."
The gruff Auror spat to the side amidst a glare from Molly.
"Hell Albus, bloody order's defensive as it is! Can't win a war this a way."
"Remus?" Albus probed. The old werewolf gazed at him with drawn eyes. He looked pale and tired, like his spirit had been washed up. He seemed to roll his words around in his mind before he spoke softly.
"Anything that will increase Harry's survival. I can't lose another one, Albus."
"Then it's settled. I suppose you have a routine drawn up already?" Albus looked to Scott, but it was Nate who answered.
"How'd you know?" Albus chuckled at him.
"You two are too thought out to not have one in place. Let us hear it."
"It's rather simple. An hour of PT in the morning to build cardio and endurance, three hours of unarmed training, lunch, a short break, magical dueling and theory in the afternoons, evenings are taken up but more PT focusing on physical strength and muscle building. Repeat. Once the kid has the basics, we start armed training with knives, batons, and daggers. Maybe some fencing if we have the time." Nate explained.
"Anything required of our end?" Albus asked curiously.
"A good magical duelist to train the kid in his magic. We'll need somewhere to train and run laps."
"I have just the men in mind. Filius and Severus are two of the best duelers I know. As for training space, there should be a large dojo in the basement. We can magically expand it to give you the room you need. I have but one request: That you extend some of your training to Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley."
"His friends?" Nate asked. He already knew the fact but they were in the presence of others. Not all of the Order had heard the story of alternate universes.
"Indeed, both of whom I believe will be very important to Harry's future."
"Very well, we will also be instructing Harry on the Scary H. At least from what we know of it. I also recommend you tell Harry all of Snape's past history." Scott broke in. Albus looked at him sharply.
"I do not feel that is wise. There is much animosity between the two." the old wizard warned.
"Trust me. Better yet, trust Harry. He's a good kid, and very forgiving."
"Indeed."
"Albus are you really going to listen to these muggles?" Molly cut in. The way she said the word muggle made Scott's blood boil, but he held his tongue.
"These are two men who get their way no matter what. I do not see a better choice." Albus said.
Scott smirked.
"We'll find a room and store our gear upstairs. I suggest bringing Harry here as soon as he gets out of school. We ain't got a lot of time."
As the two men left, Scott turned around.
"Dumbledore, there's always a choice. The better question is can you live with the consequences after?"
Right so there's chapter 8. About two more to go before we make a universe jump. In two more we kick more death eater ass and save the day.
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