Important a/n at the end of the chapter, especially if you are Leejing.

Harry swept into the room, scowling lightly at anyone who dared look his way. Chha, and they thought he was going to be easy to manipulate. Harry could read these people easier than the ABC's.

Honestly.

After everyone had been introduced, the meeting began.

It wasn't actually a meeting of the Wizengamot, though Harry was a part of that, too. This was a meeting of all the Head's of Families. They decided what laws should be passed, and then it went to the Wizengamot for the actual vote.

The first order of business? Voldemort.

"We need more Aurors!"

"What we need is a stronger government!"

"You're all dense! We need Potter to kill the lunatic!"

Harry, of course, felt very special. Heads turned in his direction.

"Oh, no, please continue. The bickering reminds me of an argument that happened between my two best friends. When we were eleven," Harry sneered. Most of the people in the room had come from Slytherin, and therefore would hate to be compared to a mere child.

They did. Harry was rewarded with their glares. He just smirked at them. The continued bickering. Until Dumbledore stood up, that is.

"Please, gentlemen, let us settle this like the adults we are. All those in favor of drafting citizens to fight in this war, raise your hand." Harry's hand rose into the air, without him consciously making it.

With Harry's fourteen votes, it was passed. For the first time in Wizarding history, there would be a draft.

"All those in favor of Aurors stationed at Hogwarts, raise your hand." For this, Harry did not raise his hand. It was dismissed. "All those in favor of a strict curfew for Wizarding places, such as Diagon Ally, and Hogsmeade, raise your hand." Harry raised his hand.

It went like that for another hour, and everything had been decided.

Harry stood, and with an intimidating swish of his battle robes, he was out the door. As soon as he left the corridor, he waved his wand. His robes became comfortable dark blue jeans, loose, and an extra large black shirt. It covered most of his muscle, which people found intimidating for some reason.

Out of no where, a curse came flying at him. Harry sent a storm of curses back in the direction it had come, after he dodged it.

"What the hell?" Harry snapped. Kingsley Shacklebolt became visible, about ten feet to his right.

"Astounding reflexes, Harry. Simply amazing. You'll make a good Auror one day, you know," Kingsley said.

"Oh hell no. I'm not wasting my time with that. After Voldemort dies, I'm holing myself up in some secluded mountains. I do not need to be running around, chasing more lunatics. Uh-uh, no. After this, I'm bloody well done with fighting," Harry said, darkly. A few people, who had heard him, gasped. They stopped and stared at him. Dumbledore and Draco came up behind him.

"Well, Potter, what was that? You left that room as if the hounds of hell were after you," Draco sneered.

"Hell, those robes start to get damn itchy. Then I come out here, and I'm bloody attacked by an Auror. I'm pressing charges, Kingsley!" Harry yelled, pointing at the tall Auror, who smirked back.

They departed for Hogwarts, and Harry walked from the Headmasters office, to lunch.

The atmosphere of the hall was somewhat subdued. People looked at him, when he entered, with sympathy shining in their eyes. The Slytherins looked both happy, and upset. Harry noticed that Blaise Zabini was one of the upset ones. . .

"Who died?" Harry asked bluntly, stopping before he actually sat down.

"Harry, I'm so sorry! Nobody knew! The wards failed! It was. . . your family. . ." Hermione said, tears falling down her face.

"Are you all right, Hermione? Because. . . I'm pretty sure that my family is perfectly fine. Especially since I'm staring at most of the members of my family. . ." Harry said, confused.

"Mate, it was the Dursleys," Ron said.

"Oh," Harry said.

Draco Malfoy, who had entered the hall right after Harry, sat at the Slytherin table, watching curiously. Not that he would ever admit he was curious. No, that would do at all.

"Oh," Potter said. Draco watched in what could be called amazement as Harry Potter smirked menacingly. He had seen both the Dark Lord, and his own father wear that look. It didn't bode well for anyone if the Savior of the world could pull off that look.

His eyes looked like green diamonds, hard and cruel. Draco, in later years, would admit that he was afraid, in that moment.

"How did they die? Did they suffer? Details, man!" Potter snapped at Weasley. The red head smirked.

"Your aunt was tortured by Lestrange, for almost two hours. They cut her head off with a garden tool. You uncle was dismembered, and partially burned. Your causing was put under the Imperious curse, and made to eat himself to death. They were found, mutilated, in the cupboard under the stairs. Most of the house was burned," Weasley said. Potters eyes lit up in glee. .

"How deliciously ironic!" Potter said. "Anything else happen, while I was gone?"

"Fred and George. . ." Draco tuned them out.

Why, oh why had Potter been happy? Didn't he love his only living relatives? Shouldn't he be mourning, and torn apart?

Was there something more in the past of the Boy-Who-Lived? Something that had gone unnoticed by all? Was it possibly possible that Harry Potter had been. . . No. Not Potter. Potter had been spoiled rotten.

Draco's Godfather, Severus, had said so…

That night, Harry walked into the Great Hall. An Order meeting was taking place. He was running late, do to an unusual dream he'd had, while awake. So, as he thought about it, he realized it was a day dream. Haha. . .

He threw the door open, causing people to stare at him. "What?" he snapped.

"Nice of you to join us, Harry," Dumbledore said, joking. Harry scowled.

"Yes, well, we can stick Voldemort in your head and see how you react, ey?" Harry growled. Dumbledore's smiled faded fast.

"Oh. On to other matters. At the last meeting we, discussed the likely hood of a Draft." Harry found this odd, as he remembered no such thing, He didn't comment, yet. "It would seem that for this first time in our history, there will be a Draft. It was decided at the meeting of the Heads of Families, today." An outburst came after this announcement.

"It should be voluntary!"

"You can't be forced to fight, it's not right!" These were typical comments. Harry silenced them when he stood up, a face full of rage.

"Well isn't that fine and bloody dandy? Do you mean to tell me that I don't have to fight?" Harry asked, his voice full of rage. People cringed away from his fury. "Who in their right mind would want to risk their bloody life? Not me. So, if I don't have to fight, I'll excuse myself right now, and leave Voldemort in your capable hands," Harry spat. He turned to leave.

"Oh no you don't!" Moody thundered. "Don't listen to these blithering imbeciles! We need you!" Harry turned, smirking coldly.

"So. . . If I'm needed so much, why am I not being told about some of the meetings?" Harry asked, turning to face ever member individually. All looked rather guilty.

"We can explain that, Harry," Hermione said. "In the last week, you've taken forty seven doses of Pepper Up. The extra stress of Order meetings will only give you more strain on your already strained heart. You're going to have a heart attack!" Hermione yelled, obviously upset.

"Then I'll walk it off like I do with everything else!" Harry roared. Order members around the table flinched. "The one time in my life I don't need a mother, and it's the first time someone decides to be one! I don't need it! I've taken care of myself for sixteen years, with no help whatsoever! I don't need any now that I'm an adult!" Harry's voice calmed without missing a beat, and he continued, "What has happened in the meetings I've been excluded from?"

"We've mostly discussed you, Harry!" Tonks replied, cheerful. Remus shot a glare at her. "We wonder how you got so completely. . . perfect. I mean, you suddenly became this dueling expert, seemingly overnight! We all knew that you'd be powerful, but that doesn't mean you'd know all these spells. Some of the spells you know aren't even taught in Auror training, Harry," Tonks said, in one quick breath. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"What exactly are you implying?" Harry asked, darkly. He took a step back, as if expecting an attack.

"Just that some of the order no longer trusts you, for quite a few reasons. One is that you're not entirely human, another is that you seem to be on the darker side of the gray area. And then, considering the fact that you are a Dark Elf. Not only that, no one here really knows anything about you-" Harry cut Tonks off.

"Thank you, for that wonderfully eloquent way of insulting my integrity," Harry said, his tone one of forced politeness. "And As to your answer, I did not become perfect over night. In reality, I stole a Time Turner from the Ministry. I've been using the Library every night to study. I usually redo a night nine or ten times, every day. So, no, it hasn't happened every night. I've worked myself passed exhaustion every day, just to be told that you all think I'm Dark? What a lovely thank you. Next time, just throw me in Azkaban, why don't you?" Harry growled. He turned and walked out of the hall.

His natural Elf grace wouldn't allow him to stomp.

Harry walked to the Room of Requirement. When he opened the door that appeared, he saw that hundreds of dueling mannequins were in the room. Half held swords, the other half held 'wands'.

Harry spent twelve hours alternating between sword fighting and dueling, with the help of his Time Turner.

He had taken it at the Ministry battle, at the end of the previous year. He was slightly surprised that it hadn't broken while he was dueling Bellatrix, or when he had attacked Dumbledores office…

Harry slammed his fist into a dummy that was attacking him. The thing flew across the room.

Harry was sick of life. He was sick of people thinking he was crazy, while the relied on him to save the world. He was sick of his constant mood swings, too. Those would have to go.

Harry looked at his watch. In the last twelve hours, only an hour had actually passed. Time travel really gave Harry a headache. It was just nine o clock.

Harry decided to go for a run around the castle. As he was passing the Great Hall, however, he stopped to listen.

"Harry is not dark, you nutters!" he heard Ron yell. Harry smiled. Ron opened the doors, and smiled, spotting Harry. He seemed to speak loudly, so the Order would hear. "HARRY! We're seventeen! I think it's high time we went down to the village, and got roaring drunk! Drinks on you, ey!?"

"Village!? Hell, let's go to LONDON!" Harry yelled.

"Lead the way, mate! Drinks are still on you!" Ron said. The walk down to Hogsmeade was enjoyable enough. Harry grinned at Ron, as they Joint Apparated. It was a form of apparation that allowed one person to guide another person, who knew how to apparate, to the right place.

The Great Hall was silent as teachers paced up and down, waiting for the teachers of the class to show up. They had been gone since the night before. It was now six in the morning, and time for them to teach.

Severus was ready to scream, Minerva was ready to slap somebody, and Albus wanted to curl up in bed and sleep for the rest of his days.

The castle doors opened twenty minutes later.

Harry and Ron walked into the hall, looking perfectly sober. When Ron saw his parents in the hall, he burst into a fit of wild giggle.

"Hey, I know you two! You're my parents! Boy, you two must really love each other! Seven kids? B'Jesus! You to is like rabbits!" Ron said, slurring. Molly looked ready to blow her lid. Ron had collapsed to the floor, laughing hysterically.

"My oh my, someone is pissed," Harry said. "I'm going to put him to bed, before he hurts himself. Or worse, he start spilling secrets." Harry hauled Ron over his shoulder, and carried him upstairs.

Harry looked angry about something, but Albus wasn't sure what. Legolas and Aragorn were howling with laughter.

"Dark Elves can't get drunk!" Aragorn roared, amidst his laughter. "Harry could have all the alcohol in the world, and not even get tipsy!"

"He has to sit there and watch everyone around him having a good time, and it has no effect on him," Legolas said, wiping his eyes. "Poor kid. He can't even let alcohol take his mind off of his life."

"Life's a bitch, then you die, get over it," Harry growled walking into the room. "Wands out! Everyone point to a random person and fire a cheering charm!" Harry ordered. The class complied, looking at Harry warily.

Cheering Charms flew through the air at an alarming rate. Several people were hit.

"If you were hit, get the hell out of this class, until you can avoid curses sent in a volley. Out, OUT!" Harry bellowed. Half of the class left, smiling insanely. "The rest of you, cast a Jelly Legs Jinx at a random person!" They did so. Two people were hit.

Harry cast the counter curse, and told them to leave. Harry turned to the remaining forty people.

"Half of you are left. Half. Forty out of eighty. If those had been Killing Curses, half of this class would be dead, instead of dismissed. In a battle, there is no teacher to assign dueling buddies. You fire at anybody and everybody that may be a threat. They'll be firing right back at you!" Harry bellowed. "You need to learn how to shield yourself fully while in a duel. Write an essay on the Mage Shield, to be handed in tomorrow. Class dismissed," Harry growled. Hermione and Ginny, who had survived Harry's impromptu lesson, stayed where they were, glaring.

"Where were you?" they both demanded. Harry turned a cold stare on them, and Albus flinched. He had a gut feeling that this wouldn't turn out right.

"I was attempting to get pissed, but that plan blew over, so I attempted jumping off of the roof of the bar," Harry said, his tone cold. Harry turned to face the people in the Hall. Molly, Arthur, Remus, Severus, Minerva, and Albus himself. "I am, after all, just another dark wizard, aren't I?" Harry snarled.

"You are impossible, Harry!" Hermione muttered. She brightened suddenly. "Will you help me with the essay you assigned?" she asked eagerly. Harry threw a grin at her.

"No," he said, still grinning. Hermione's hopeful smile fell.

"But I've never heard of a Mage Shield before, Harry!" Harry began walking out of the hall, humming absently. "Harry James Potter! You get back here right now! I will not fail this class, just because you. . ." Hermione trailed off, realizing what she'd said.

" 'Curses of the Damned', page seven thousand, three hundred ninety six, paragraph twenty one. I read the book three times. . . A bit of light reading, you see," Harry said. Hermione gawked.

"That's MY line!" Hermione yelled, but Harry was already out of the hall. Albus, curious, summoned the book from the Library.

A tome flew into the room. It was quite possibly the largest book had ever read, well over ten thousand pages. Hermione's eyes widened. The book, which came up to her knees, even from the floor, was her dream come true.

Hermione levitated the book unto the table, opening to the proper page.

"The Mage Shield, also known as the Shield of Doom, has become an almost obsolete form of protection. The shield will stop any curse or otherwise harmful magic, sending the magic back at the castor with increased power. It is named the Shield of Doom, simply because when someone uses it, anyone who tries to attack them almost always dies.

The last known person to use this shield, was Grindewald, in his fight with Albus Dumbledore, the day he was defeated. It backfired on him, sending the curse at himself with almost tripled power. That is How Albus Dumbledore managed to Kill Grindewald with a tickling charm. . ." she trailed off, staring at Albus.

"I always wondered about that," Albus said, chuckling. On the inside, his stomach felt like it was trying to reach his toes and eyes at the same time. That shield had become, nearly, dark.

"This is a great book," Hermione said. There was an odd light in her eye. "I have to go. . . fix my hair!" she said, levitating the book along with her as she ran out of the hall. Ginny followed her, cackling.

"SON OF A BI-" they heard Harry scream. Students were spilling into the Hall for breakfast, talking excitedly about the Hogsmeade trip. The Attack. Uh-oh. "WAKE UP, RON! WAKE UP, YOU DRUNKEN ASSHOLE!"

The sound of pounding footsteps thundered down the hall, scattering a group of girls on the stairs. Harry bounded down the stairs, into the Entrance Hall. He looked aggravated, and worn out.

Seconds later, Ron followed him, looking a hung over. His hair was limp, and his eyes drooped. He was walking at a sloth's pace, and he looked ready to hit the first person to speak to him.

Harry leaned back, and his spine cracked in four places, and it sounded very unhealthy. Students in the hall looked worried, looking between each other, trying to find answers.

Before another word was said, an inhuman cry echoed through the air, slicing through the silence like a warm knife through melting butter. It caused shivers to run up the spine, and hairs to stand on end.

Harry's eyes lit up like lanterns. "Uruks. . ." he whispered, but it carried as if he had yelled. Then he did yell. "To Hell with the Dark!"

"RAWWWWWW!" Ron screamed, his eyes flashing with sudden life. He drew his sword, with a battle weary war cry.

Another inhuman screech tore through the silence, causing a few people to cringe from the pitch. Sounds of marching echoed in the castle, causing students to look around in fear and wonder.

Armored men, almost a hundred of them, appeared in the Entrance Hall from the Main Staircase. The stood at perfect attention, looking at Harry, waiting for orders.

"Necessity has no law. We're not fighting to kill. We're fighting to live. In order to do that, let's kill 'em all!" Harry yelled. He drew his sword, turned and charged out of the door. The armored men followed him, bellowing battle cry's.

Albus half stood from his chair, worried out of his mind. Minerva's eyes were wide, and she was gripping the arms of her chair with a vice grip. Severus looked as if he had been sucking lemons. Remus aged ten years in ten seconds.

Tense silence settled in the castle. The castle itself seemed to recognize the moment for what it was, and all, ALL sounds ceased. No creaking stairs, no slamming doors, no skittering of Mrs. Norris. No movement disturbed the unhealthy stillness in the air.

The sudden, violent sound of steel hitting steel jolted everyone out of thoughts. A scream of pain, like a banshee, made the room flinch as one. It wasn't human. The next scream was very human, but there was no pain. It was a challenge, and a warning.

"Prefects, lead your houses to your dormitories. Heads, go stay with your houses. No, Minerva, go," Albus ordered, seeing her argument in her eyes. He lowered his voice. "They need you."

She went.

Albus instructed Remus to call the Order in, if they weren't there already. He turned to Elrond and Gandalf, who were staying out of this fight.

"What is the bellowing?" Albus asked. Elrond cleared hi throat to answer.

"The Orcslayer is challenging his enemy. From the sound of it, five, maybe six hundred Orcs and Uruk's are out there. We have two, three hundred," Elrond said.

"Good odds," Gandalf added. Albus sighed.

"And these things absolutely can't be defeated with magic? The Killing Curse won't work?" Albus asked. Elrond sighed while Gandalf shook his head.

"It won't."

"Damn," Albus muttered.

The Order gathered. They sat at the found table in the Great Hall, awaiting the fate of their fellow members.

"The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire!" They heard, screamed from the village.

"We don't need no water, let the mother fucker burn, burn mother fucker, buuuuuurn!" Was the bellowed reply. Gandalf rolled his eyes.

"Those two. . . so strange," the old man muttered.

"What was that?" Molly Weasley asked.

"That was Ron and Harry, trading battle plans from across the battle grounds. From what I have deciphered, Ronald was warning Harry that the Uruk's were utilizing fire. Harry replied that they could use it to there advantage. Uruk's, who have limited skills in the Common tongue anyway, have no idea how to decode this code. Ingenious, really," Gandalf supplied.

It was two hours, and several arguments later, that the battle ended. Ron walked in, limping slightly, and dripping in blood. Hermione squeaked. "You should see the other army," Ron said. "Mutilated beyond recognition. Harry is burning the corpses as we speak."

"Nothing like the smell of burning Orc flesh in the morning!" Harry said, walking up next to Ron. He looked worse of than his friend.

His breath came in rasps, his hair was coated with drying blood. His right eye was swollen closed, deep purple against his rather pale skin. Pale? It had been golden a few weeks ago. . .

Harry was limping worse than Ron. His left kneecap was gone. His shirt was torn to rags, falling from his broad shoulders. He had bruises, welts, and burns covering most of his body.

"Five hundred seventy two Orcs, Uruk's, and Death Eaters slaughtered, now burning. One dead Centaur, an injured Unicorn, three dead Goblin, fifteen injured, four injured Elves, none dead, no injured or dead humans. Amazingly resilient, we are," Harry said.

"What are you talking about?" Elrond asked. "You're as human as I am. And there were only two Humans at the battle, on our side, by the way."

Aragorn, behind Ron, pointed to himself, Ron, then Harry, looking confused.

"You haven't decided yet, then?" he asked.

"Eh, no. not exactly. Don't give me that look, buddy. This is a very hard choice. Eternal life, or mortality? Man, you decide, okay?" Harry snapped. "I'm about to flip a coin, or something. Play rock, paper, scissors, maybe. Ask a Magic 8 Ball, because, damn it, I can't decide."

"You haven't chosen mortality?" Ron bellowed. He stumbled slightly. "Have you cracked? Choose immortality, you brute!"

Harry rolled his eyes, and walked to the Hospital Wing.

Leejing was the 90th reviewer. But, I've made a mistake. Not an obvious one, since no one has pionted it out though.

In chapter six, when Harry and Ron are talking to Galadriel, Ron said "But! He is dating my sister, so… Close enough" So, since the two are dating, and Leejing said no H/G. . .

Leejing, I ask you. Should Harry and Ginny break up? If so, who dumps who? Review, or PM me, with your answer, please.

Chha is pronounced ch-ah. This word has evolved, in my vocabulary, from yes, to yah, to chyes, to ches, to chha. It means either yes, or HA. Both work.

My reason for Harry's forced sobriety. You notice, that after the battle of Helms Deep, Harry got drunk and started singing. Well, he had not come into his powers as a Dark Elf yet. He was a Light Elf., who, in my little world, get drunk easily. Light Elves get wasted, Dark Elves don't. It works, people.

298 days!!!!!!!!!!!!