CHAPTER 3

Debris floated gently through the vacuum of space. The fight had shuddered to a halt with the arrival of the surprising ally from there past. He walked towards Lord Hoods apartments.

"and I told you I want him to be arrested and given to us."

" do I need you to remind you who is the leader here, Spook. Do I need to remind you who has command of the armies. No. Good."

He knocked at the door.

"Come in."

The door slide open giving up the view of a sparse room, the only decoration a energy sword handle. The SPARTAN stood to attention.

" master chief." the dark eyed, dark haired man muttered before leaving with a scowl.

"apologies for the Brigadier, Master Chief. He's trying to arrest someone for charges over a 2 hundred years old. He's understandable stressed." the old man offered.

"sir. It is alright. The Brigadier has a lot to do."

"stand down son," he turned and pored him self a drink, " this is about the help, I guess."

"yes sir."

"well spit it out son."

"sir, yes, sir. He wishes to see you sir. Said that he could help. For a price."

Harry stormed through the once open to all doors of Hogwarts. Now all they excepted was the strongest, or the purist or even the richest. All others where left by the side.

"as we gather here today, we remember that what the Great house and its allies gave for the freedom of the wizarding world. W gather here today to remember the fallen of the war to remember those who gave there lives and more for this freedom we enjoy today. WE REMEMBER THE FALL OF POTTER. LILY, JAMES AND HARRY."

Harry reigned in his anger.

" He was putting up an act. He must be. They must know what I gave up, what was taken from me." he muttered.

"so we toast the dead. May they find happiness in the next Great adventure."

He couldn't take it anymore. Placing the charge he stepped back and drew the symbol of his new power.

"Dumbledore lets see what's stronger the light or the power of death." he flicked the scythe to clean the blood of the Dursly's off it and blew the door.

Wood doors don't just explode. They splinter. a lot. so when a lot of explosives are applied to the large wooden doors there is a lot of shrapnel.

Dumbledore acted fast for an old man. He wove a shield spell and spun a stunner towards the cause of the destruction.

"You know Dumbledore, if you reacted like that when I was here you would have had a lot less casualties from my year. You could have saved those I couldn't."

The dust cleared to reveal a figure he had hoped never to see again.

" I give up so much and you tell them I'm dead, not recovering from a magic stripping."

" Harry, my boy, I think we should discuss this in my office."

" no, because we've got nothing to discuss." with that he leaped forward to swing the scythe to kill once more.

Howling was heard before the form of a wolf went between them, taking the first blow and drenching both of the fighters in blood.

"damn. This is not good." blood started to flow from his eyes as turned to run.

" Harry. don't do this again. we know you are out there now."

He woke with a start. It had been a long time since he dreamed. Especially since the loss of his friends. What ever had woke him it better had a good reason.

"Old one would you come with me please?" a black armoured marine.

Standing in silence, he waited for the honour guard to move.

"master chief, if I may." Lord Hood asked the giant of a man.

The only response ha got was the Spartan kneeling.

"this is the only hope we have," the Lord rambled on, " you know what this is. You know who this is. Do not lose her. If the choice between your life and the possibility of your armour getting in to the hands of the covenant. BLOW YOU AND AS MANY OF THOSSE ALIEN PIECES OF SHIT UP AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN!"

This was the scene Harry and his honour guard came a poun, one of the gratest soldiers to walk the Earth kneeling before his leader.

"Hello. I'm Harry Potter. And I'm going to help you kill a lot of those alien bastards."

Half a world away, Blue Team were fighting a lot of covenant.

"Fred, get the bloody elite!"

There was no answer. Slowly she turned around to face a sight that she wished she would never have to see. Fred stabbed with an energy sword. Fred with blood pouring out of his chest. Before she could even move there was two loud sniper shouts and the Elite fell down dead. There came a crackling sound over the radio before a signal came in.

"this is S-A239 and S-A266. Come in. we have orders to contact you and return to base."

"who are you. And we cant move we've got a wounded Spartan here."

"we know and as for our names. You can call us Jun and Emile. Or the people who just saved your asses. Take your pick."

-dun dun dun. god im sorry but I just was not able to think of any thing to right about. Sorry.

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