AN - I still. Very unfortunately do not own harry potter or any of the characters. I offered my life savings for Draco Malfoy's ass. But still. No no no. nearly ripped my own hair out.

Chapter 5

Attack and Return

"Its almost time Lucius" Voldemort hissed at his long time standing right hand man. True though that in light of recent failures he was beginning to regret this decision as Lucius had yet to redeem himself for his losing streak against the Order. Voldemort was starting to think that despite his loyalty Lucius was beginning to lose his edge.

"Time? My Lord" the blonde questioned.

"My body is starting to fail me, this temporary shell is starting to deteriorate" he looked boredly at Lucius as if forgetting that only his legimency let him know what everyone around him was discussing with themselves in their own minds.

"Oh! Of course my lord, we have everything we need apart from the Scepterian dragon heart, but that should arrive within a day or so"

"Excellent, now leave. I have much to think about"

Mr. Malfoy bowed his head and left.

He did indeed have a lot to think about. He knew Dumbledore was up to something. He just hadn't figured it out yet. Things had been quiet for too long. Any attempts at infiltration had returned empty handed as to what this big plot was. It doesn't seem like anyone is in on his cunning plan, not even the boy who lives to be a pain in my ass. He thought to himself. And when that happens. I know I'm in for trouble. I've known Dumbledore long enough to know that.

He sighed and strode across to talk to the portrait of Walburga Black who had a sister portrait in Grimauld place. He may not be able to infiltrate the hide out but he could still spy without them knowing. Walburga is more than willing to help get the filthy half and mud bloods out of the house.

"Go find out what you can at their headquarters" he laughed at the last word. They were about as organized as baboons the way they ran their 'order' he felt that all the namby pamby lovey dovey stuff they fed each other everyday to 'help' one another was bullshit. This is a war they are fighting here. No use for things like that. You had to be cold harsh and calculating. Something that Dumbledore knew a lot about. The poor fools had no idea who they were worshipping as some sort of saint. Ha! It worked to his advantage though. If they didn't know who their leader really was. Then they couldn't have any clue about who they really were up against. He chuckled to himself but then there was a loud bang outside the Malfoy manor gates.

They couldn't possibly get through there. They wouldn't try. No good, good doing assholes they were couldn't go against the rules. Would they?

He swore to himself and apparated to the front of the gate.

Yes there was the order coming to invade his headquarters.

Well this changed the rules. He smiled to himself at the doors this opened for him. So far at least he was being honorable with his approach of them. Well as honorable as Lord Voldemort ever was. This opened a lot of doors. Besides getting through those gates was about as difficult as it gets. Unless a huge magical convergence was around, which he doubted. It would be impossible.

During his mental conversation the death eaters had gathered around him wands at the ready. Idiots.

The only one not looking worried was Lucius. Smirking at the lights hitting the tall Victorian gate to no avail. One look at each other and they burst out laughing. Something not often seen from the dark lord himself.

Of course it was then when the gates decided to swing open and a stunning curse to miss Lucius's ear by barely a pigmy puff breadth.

"That was unexpec - "was all the dark lord got in before they were invaded.

Spells were flying back and forth; Travers was suffering severely from a leg locking curse from Nymphadora Tonks and was struggling to fight her off and perform the counter curse.

It was like fireworks the spells being thrown back and forth between the two sides. The 'light' and the 'dark'. The dark lord didn't exert himself with battles of this low caliber so he mostly stayed to the side. Helping a failing death eater if he started to look like he was failing.

All of a sudden there was a

"Silence" echo throughout the grounds.

Voldemort rolled his eyes at the old mans superiority complex. He could tell that he was enjoying the fact that the whole battle stopped on his behalf and was now waiting on what was to happen next.

The sides separated to two different sides of the beautiful (If slightly destroyed now) garden. Slowly walking backwards not one of them turning their backs, glaring at each other as they went some even took to hissing at the other side. We wont mention names (Cough* Bellatrix cough*).

The two heads of sides walked to the front of their party to face each other.

"It seems we have caught you by surprise Tom" he said with a gleam (not a twinkle) of laughter. Laughter at the dark lord expense, he wasn't gonna take that well. Voldemort hissed at him and said "Not at all I'm sure this is what you have been coming up with for weeks for. If it weren't for my honorable nature" a few on both sides sniggered at that, but immediately shut up after the looks he gave him. "If it weren't for my honorable nature, I would have done the same pathetic attack to your headquarters at Grimauld place" a few on the order side looked shocked at the fact that he had known the location and not busted in and killed them all. Others looks just hardened their impossible brainwashing by the old coot thinking that he was just playing with them.

"On the contrary Tom I was waiting for this. For a long time." That gleam was still there. There was more to this then meets the eye and Voldemort knew it and was starting to become anxious. He didn't let it show. But Dumbledore knew him well enough and his smile grew as he sensed the younger opponents worry.

"Yes. See this isn't just some mere attack. I just wanted to be here for the reunion."

By this time both sides were looking at Dumbledore as if he really had lost the plot. The dark side considering whether they should be merciful and just kill him on the spot right there and then. The order side wondering whether or not the stress had finally gotten to him and whether he needed a holiday.

Voldemort on the other hand was wary. Dumbledore was a cruel man. If he seemed this happy about this, and hadn't told the other goody goodys about this then it was obviously really, really bad. He eyed him off not saying anything trying to see something behind the blue eyes that were torturing him with their silence.

It was then that there was a huge roar of thunder. On a clear night like this?

Everyone looked up but Dumbledore and Voldemort each daring each other to see what was going on. By the knowing glint in the older mans eyes. It was he who had planned this. He knew what was going on.

But neither looked up at the purple and blue flashing lights moulding into a huge circle like whirlwind. Something like lightning flashed and figures fell from the sky. Screaming and cussing their lungs out.

Some of Voldemorts old followers recognized this light and the hole from the night long ago when their and the dark lords children were taken.

If he had taken the time to look up at the sky before someone had 'Alesto Momento'd them just before they hit the ground.

If he had looked up he might have been slightly prepared when a young girl with long black wavy hair and a surprisingly familiar cold green eyed stare stood up took out a smoke and lit it then grinned at him, let out the breath of smoke and said.

"Top of the afternoon dad"

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