Hello Everyone!

Just to clear up some things: Harry's men weren't good enough to actually win. They have only been training for a month, so they're still inexperienced. They will get better-trust me. FanFiction Lover: I'm glad you liked the duel; I had so much fun writing it! I can't wait to see what everyone thinks of this chapter. ChibiAyane: you seem to be part of the overwhelming group that thinks Harry-Voldy sexy-time was a good idea…good, because if there's not any this chapter there will be next. This chapter is still not Harry truly coming over to the Dark Lord's side, but it is a battle scene. WARNING: violence and possible sex.

Enjoy

~AR

Chapter Fourteen: War

Harry's POV

He moved soundlessly though the shadows, he body tensed and ready to strike. To his left he could sense other's moving too, crouched, waiting. They were waiting for his signal. He neared the edges of the wards and lifted his wand. These were nowhere near as advanced as the ones that he had dismantled before he had been taken, and he could feel the unmistakable trace of Hermione's magic. The wards dropped suddenly and they rushed forward as one, just before they were fixed back into place.

Harry paused behind a small clump of bushes as two sentries marched past. According to the information he had been given, sentries passed every five minutes in pares. He made a slight signal with his hand and there was the softest rustling as someone moved forward. No more than forty and a half minutes later could the sound of chatting be heard. Harry waiting, holding his breath, they walked past.

One step.

Two.

He clicked his tongue.

Two shadows tore free from the darkness, grabbing the men with no more sound than a gurgling as they died. He nodded once and they moved forward again. The camp was still, most of its residence sleeping soundly, oblivious of him and his men slipping though the darkness. The air was cool on the little bit of exposed skin around his eyes, and the moon and stars were blotted out completely by heavy clouds. They repeated the slaying of sentries as they moved deeper into the Order's camp, until they had reached the first line of resident tents. Harry paused, signaling for them to gather around. Within seconds fifty shadows had soundlessly gather around him.

"Reece, Grode, Fletcher. With me. Everyone else spread out, wait for my signal," his words were hardly more than a breath of air, but he had no doubt that he had been heard. As he and three other's slithered through the darkness, he couldn't help but feel a familiar thrill of excitement as they neared the command tent.

It had been surprisingly easy to convince the Dark Lord to allow him to lead a raid against a nearby Order camp. The sweet ache in his lower half stood as a reminder of what they had done the night before. When he had woken, he was alone. What had he expected? The Dark Lord was not the type to cuddle after sex. He had been in a dark room done up in dark greens and blacks, the dark wood floor reflecting the miniscule light. Shadows stood watch, deep in the corners. The ceiling seemed to go on forever, giving the Dark Lord's room the feel of being at the bottom of a dark hole. From what he could see, the room was little more than the bed he was sitting on. There was a wardrobe in the corner to his right, and a door that led to what he assumed to be the bathroom. There was no other furniture other than a pair of twin nightstands on either side of the bed, and no personal artifacts to be seen. The room was sparkling clean, even the Dark Lord's clothes from the night before had been picked up and discarded already. He had showered and dressed quickly before going to hunt out his master. He had found him poring over war plans. It had been no simple matter to ask the Dark Lord for a favor. Fear had almost stopped him. In the end the Dark Lord had allowed him and his fifty to infiltrate the camp they were now in. They had been instructed to take the leader, and leave him alive; it was thought that he could be brought over to their side. They were only allowed to kill that which was necessary.

Harry paused just outside the circle of light that surrounded the large tent. This was the only one with light still burning outside, all other's had been extinguished long before.

"Reece-left. Grode-right. Fletcher-back. The bedroom will be towards to the left of the war room in the center. Stand guard and make sure no one interrupts my retrieving him."

They all nodded once before heading their separate directions. Harry crouched low as he entered the front: dispatching the two guards that stood at the center before moving on. He passed few others as he neared the bedroom of Mister Henry Warren. He had taken over when Flitwick had perished two years ago. He was old, apparently a member of the first Order of the Phoenix. More than once he had told Harry of his parent's bravery, and that they would be so proud of their son.

Harry opened to door slowly, and found the man with his back to him. Warren sat at a desk, scribbling wildly in a journal. Harry crept forward, hardly daring to breath. He drew the gun under his left arm and pressed it to the back of the older man's head. The man stiffened as the gun breeched his nest of white hair. "If you so much as make a sound I will kill you."

The man said nothing as he lifted his hands in the air.

"Turn," Harry instructed softly.

Warren turned. His eyes widening as he recognized Harry's voice. "Potter?" He gasped. "I had heard the rumors but-" Harry prodded him sharply with the barrel of his gun and his words ran dry.

"Out the back," he commanded, pointing to the door across the room from the one he had entered. They passed a cloaked figure who Harry could only assume was Reece and two dead guards. Warren paled but said nothing. They made their way through the labyrinth hallways that made up the manor-like tent. How had Harry not noticed the run-down look of the Order? Living in the Malfoy manor had given him an eye for the extravagant; he hadn't realized the state that the Order was in. Everything looked warn from over use, the carpets and tapestries threadbare with the faintest aroma of age. The Order was in a sad state.

They passed no one on their way out; Reece had done her job and taken care of anyone who could have stopped them. When they finally exited, Harry nodded at Reece. She lifted her wand to the heavens and sent up a blast of red sparks. Perhaps thirty seconds passed, before the sound of fighting reached their ears. The rest he had brought were instructed to begin rounding up the rest of the camp. It was a small one, and should pose little problems for fifty specially trained soldiers.

Warren glared at him as Harry absently unwrapped the scarf around his head. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. "In about five minutes, you will announce your surrender to the Dark Lord Voldemort. You will demand that your soldiers lay down their wands and submit without any farther fight. Do you understand?" His voice was perfectly empty. He felt nothing, save for a small pang of regret that he had not been part of the now slowing fray.

He eyed the gun warily. "Your parents would be ashamed."

"My parents are dead, they feel nothing for this," Harry said simply, prodding Warren's forward, towards the sound of two hundred gathered.

"If they knew what you've become-"

"I did nothing that anyone else would have done had they been in my place." There was a cry of outrage as they came into view of the rest of the camp. His men had gathered up everyone it seemed, with only a few causalities. Most had been caught unaware, disabled before they had a chance to realize what was going on. Now they all stood, their eyes filled with a sort of disbelief.

Was he truly the Harry Potter that had fought at their side before? Hadn't he died? That had been the rumor after all. Harry Potter had died a hero, never reveling anything about the Order. Harry shook his head, and put away his gun. His men paced around the edge of the crowd ready to act; he didn't need it out. Before he could move, Harry took hold of Warren's wrist, twisting it behind his back, "Forward," he hissed in his ear.

They stepped up on a small, raised platform that was often used to relay information to the soldiers at one time. Reece followed him silently, instinctively falling to his right side. He could feel the tension building, the fire in his former comrade's eyes flaring to life. "Fighting would be useless," Harry's voice carried over the crowd, "I have taken your leader, and you are surrounded. Any opposition will be met with swift death." Every eye was on him now, some with a glint of betrayal and others with an almost blind trust. No matter what, he was still Harry Potter, still their hero. "This camp has been taken for the Dark Lord; you will all bow to him, and accept his ruling of the wizarding world. Those of you that wish it will be allowed to join his army, and those that do not will be allowed to return to their family homes."

"We will never bow to him!" A voice broke free from the toneless murmurs, exciting a sort of war cry.

Harry nodded once, and one of his men grabbed the rebel that had spoken and drug him to the front. Harry released Warren, trusting Reece to keep an eye on him and stepped forward. Harry nodded again and the man was forced to his knees facing the Order. Making sure everyone was watching, Harry drew his gun and pressed it to the back of his head. A crack filled the air, followed by the silence of the dead. "If anyone else would like to shun the Dark Lord's mercy, please, by all means speak up." There was silence. "I am no longer the Harry Potter that stood with you in battle; I will kill anyone who steps out of line. Your tents have already been searched, all wands and any method of contacting anyone outside of this camp has been removed. Anyone caught trying to escape or send word to the Order will be killed." He turned his gaze to Warren, lifting his eyebrows. "I will kill one man for every minute you refuse to answer," he said so that only he could hear.

The man gave him a look of pure disgust, but slowly knelt, "I surrender," he whispered softly.

Harry nodded, and commanded with an air of indifference, "Take him back to his tent, and prepare him for interrogation."

He stayed where he was, watching as his prisoners were rounded up by fours and distributed among his shadows. No one fought, no one resisted they just allowed themselves to be led back to their tents. And here he had thought he would have had to kill more than one to get his point across. When it was done, Harry made his way back to the commander's tent. He nodded at Grode and Fletcher where they stood on either side of the door.

"They're in the conference room Sir," Grode informed him. He had removed his mask and his blonde hair flopped over his large, square face as he nodded in the direction they had gone.

"Thank you." Harry's feet made now sound on the worn carpet as he entered the room. It was an exact replica of the one he had sat in while advising the Order's counsel, a long table with a map spread over it. Even as he watched, a snake took a phoenix. They had won this battle. Bound to the right of the head of the table was Warren. His eyes were alive with fire, and he strained against the ropes that bound his hands behind his back and his legs to the legs of the chair. Reece had even taken the time to gag him so that the only sound he made was a muffled grunting sound that Harry supposed could pass for insults. The woman stood behind him, her eyes perfectly empty, awaiting his instructions.

Harry said nothing at first; he simply paced around the room until he reached the battered desk in the corner. He knelt, his eyes meeting Warren's, as he pressed on the false bottom of the third drawer. Harry tsked softly, drawing out a small stack of papers, tied neatly together. "And here I though the Order was smart enough to realize they needed to change their hiding places after someone who knows about it is captured." He stalked back towards the bound man, absently scanning the information on the Order's spies-where they were located, the information they had relayed. The files had everything but their names; instead there was a random jumble of numbers and letters. Harry shook his head in disgust and went over the one of the bookshelves. He found immediately what he was looking for. "Hogwarts: A History." He read aloud. His fingers flew through the pages, and within minutes he had decoded out a sort list of fifteen spies that they had not known about.

Harry turned to Reece, ignoring the desperate struggles of his prisoner. He handed over the sheet of paper, watching as she read. "That is a list of spies. They should have been dead yesterday."

She nodded once, "Consider it done."

Harry watched as she left before turning back to Warren. He leaned against the table crossing his arms. They stood there, staring at each other for several seconds. Harry sauntered forward, removing the rag.

"You bastard," Warren snarled, his struggles doubling, "You truly have turned your back on everyone you loved. Your parents would be ashamed! What would Dumbledore say if he knew how far you had fallen?"

Harry hit him. It was lightly, hardly more than a tap, but it got his attention, "Shut up and listen," he said, glancing around the room, "I don't have long." His voice came out urgent, rushed. "I've betrayed nothing, in the morning there will be several hundred of the Dark Lord's soldiers here and my men and I will be called back. This is your only chance. The names I gave Gwen were fake. I need you to go to the smaller camps and warn them that there will be fifty assassins coming in a few days' time."

"I don't-"

"I said shut up. I know there are secret camps, but I'm sure they've been moved. Yes? Good, go to them, and warn them that I may be coming for them. Tell everyone you see that Harry Potter has not given up on their cause." He was breathing hard, his eyes wide. He drew a blade and promptly cut away the ropes that bound him. "Go now before dawn."

"So you're…"

"Consider me a spy of sorts," Harry replied, his voice filled with its old conviction. The other man could see it; feel that Harry Potter had not broken. "There will be no guards on the south side of camp."

"Yes," he made for the door, "Thank you, Harry. I didn't think you would betray us."

Harry nodded once and watched him leave. He waited five minutes to ensure that his orders to leave the south side unguarded. When he was sure Warren had escaped, he went to the desk and wrote a short letter.

The trap has been set. He will lead us right to them. You will be receiving fifteen spies' heads tomorrow. We will continue on in the morning.

HP

He sealed it and attached it to the leg of the large barn owl that sat in the corner. He smiled slightly as the creature took off, delivering the good news to his Master. It felt good to be back.

Thank you for reading Everyone! Sooo what do you think? I hope you understand what happened, if not I can explain. I'm sorry if this chapter isn't the best (and that there was no sex) but next chapter will be better. I love you all so much! Can't wait to hear from you!

~Angelia Reader