Here is the next chapter. Voldie being the baddie he is. Hope you like it. Review and let me know what you think. Thanks for reading.

Drunken Prince

Standard Disclaimer-I don't own Harry Potter. Just the stuff I make up about him.

Chapter 9-Godric's Hollow

The Welsh village of Godric's Hollow was quiet most of the time. Around two thousand people called the village home. About seven hundred of those people were magical. The other thirteen hundred people had little to no idea that their neighbors and in some cases, friends, practiced magic on a regular basis. The thing was, magic or not, the peaceful and quiet nature of the village is why most folk loved the place. You could come home to Godric's Hollow and let the world go on without you. Let London, and Cardiff have their big buildings and bright lights. The people of Godric's Hollow enjoyed life the way it was meant to be enjoyed, in the pub, with friends and family sharing a pint or two and gossiping about their neighbors and co-workers. The Broken Door Inn was just such a pub, and Bran Floyd was one of these villagers. He was a strong, quiet man, not too tall, but not short, not too fat but certainly not thin. He could look a man in the eyes and be proud of who he was. He had a wife and three little ones. Gwen was probably at home waiting for him right now. He figured he better finish up his last few swigs and get on home. No sense in making a pretty wife wait when he could get off his bum and get moving. Just as he set the mug down and stood to head out the door he heard a pop.

"Brennan, how the hell? What the hell? Where did you…? Brenn, why is there blood all over your face and where did you come from? And how did you do whatever it is you just did?"

"Never mind what I just did," replied the terrified newcomer. "The blood isn't mine. I escaped. I was at the pub in Abercarn when the whole world shook and death eaters started killing everybody. They're burning Wales to the ground."

"Brennan you're talking crazy. What are death eaters? What is happening?"

"Death Eaters are evil wizards. They're trying to destroy everything and everyone. Newbridge, Risca, Oakdale, and Blackwood are all just ashes. They killed everybody and burned the villages to the ground. There's nothing left. They have a monster with them. Some hideous black thing with three heads and red eyes…."

"Brennan, there's no such thing as…."

Bran didn't finish his sentence because he watched as a pale green bolt of something hit his friend and he fell to ground, dead. Red bolts and purple bolts also filled the room. The windows were broken out and people started to fall. Bran found shelter behind the body of his friend. He decided to sneak around the bar and see if he could make it to the back door through the kitchen. He crawled around the bar and made it to the cabinets. Rhys, the bartender, was yelling at whoever was destroying his pub. Just as Bran made it to the kitchen door he heard a gurgle and turned to see the body of Rhys fall to floor, his head rolled off in the other direction. Bran was terrified, but he had a choice to make. He could hear the murderers moving this way. He figured his only chance was to play dead. Even though it repulsed him, he smeared Rhys' blood all over himself and laid down next to the fallen bartender.

"Must you play with your victims Mulciber. Just use the killing curse and be done with it."

"You shut your face Rookwood. Don't ruin my fun just because you're an impatient ass. Besides, decapitating them is so much more artistic don't you think. The killing curse just ends it so dully. I like to see the blood. I like to see the spray and watch their life spill out of them. The Dark Lord promised me blood when I took his mark. I intend to have it."

"Well you have. There is no one left here to toy with so we can burn the place and be done with it. Elaina is cooking roast duck tonight and I intend to be home to enjoy it."

Bran lay there as still as he could and waited. He heard one of them come around the end of the bar to check his work. Someone kicked his foot. He remained silent.

"Alright let's go. They're all dead. You can burn it."

"Oh thank you so much for your permission Mulciber. Incendio. Incendio."

Bran waited for a minute more but he could hear and feel the fire growing. He took a chance and crawled through the kitchen door. The kitchen was still in decent shape but he could see the smoke starting to fill the place up. He headed back to the rear door and snuck out into the alleyway behind the pub. What he saw was not pleasant. Nearly every building he could see was either already destroyed or currently burning. He decided to head towards his home. Hopefully he could keep to the shadows and make it to his family.

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The Order had moved into the castle and began using it as their main base of operations. Actually over the last three days since Harry and the kids took back the school, they were able to sneak in some refugees as well. Hogwarts became a hostel overnight as many of the hidden, fugitive muggleborn and halfblood witches and wizards made connections with their friends and family in the Order of the Phoenix. Professor McGonagall had opened up a new wing of the castle on the sixth and seventh floors for refugees to find shelter and a comfortable bed. The main group of the Order was currently meeting and discussing their next steps. Harry and Kingsley had sort of taken on a co-leader sort of a mentality. People kind of automatically followed Kingsley because of his experience with the Aurors and his ability to keep cool under pressure. He was also technically the senior member of the former ministry alive on the light side. Harry had been naturally taking a more active and determined roll in leadership. The truth of the matter was, Harry, Hermione, and Ron had faced more death eaters and lived to tell it than any other wizards or witches currently alive. Their experience specifically with Voldemort, Harry's natural leadership abilities, and his raw power had most of the order looking to him for guidance. Truth be told, even Kingsley would defer to Harry if it came down to it. The meeting was a frustrating one. Everyone agreed that they needed to make a final stand at the castle and soon, but no one felt that they were actually ready to pull it off yet.

"Severus there is nothing more you can tell us?" McGonagall asked the Potions Master.

"I know that he called his inner circle to him tonight excluding myself of course. I assume I will receive a report of their activities tomorrow as has been the case for most of this year. The Dark Lord has been wary to leave the castle unguarded. He expects me to be here to protect his interests at all times. The only times I have been away have been late night excursions to complete my last promise to Albus, of which the Dark Lord is unaware."

Just then an owl flew in the window of the classroom they were meeting in and landed on the desk in front of Arthur Weasley. The Weasley patriarch took the letter and thanked the owl who flew away immediately.

Father,

I know I am the last person you want to hear from at this point. The last couple of years have done nothing for your trust in me and I understand that. I will explain everything in due time. Now though I have an important message for you and the Order. Death Eaters are marching on the Welsh countryside. They have already destroyed several towns and are heading to Godric's Hollow. They have some sort of monster with them that is destroying buildings and tearing people apart. The statute of Secrecy may already be destroyed as there are already reports of this on the Muggle television, and it seems the muggle military has been sent out. I heard rumors today at the ministry having to do with Potter and his 'rotting mudblood mother' (their words not mine). I believe You-Know-Who intends to desecrate the graves of Harry's parents. Do with this information what you will.

Your son (if you'll still have me),

Percy

"Harry you need to read this letter."

Harry took the letter and read it. As he read the aura of his power grew and grew until he could have lit the room himself with only his glow. Hermione ran over to him and snatched the letter out of his hands as Ron placed a hand on Harry's shoulder to calm him. Hermione read the letter out loud for the rest of the order to hear. All of them were shocked and appalled, except Molly Weasley who wept silently as she longed for the return of her son to them.

"We have to go. I can't let him do that to my parents. My entire family is buried in that cemetery. He could destroy my family legacy."

"That is a lie you must not believe Mr. Potter," replied an unusually passionate Minerva McGonagall. "The Potter family legacy resides in you and your actions. Your parents were wonderful people. I miss them on a daily basis, but they would tell you the same as I. Your legacy is not in some cemetery and your parents, while I'm sure they are disgusted by this monster's actions, will not grieve over their old bodies. They live through you now. They made a difference in this world because they brought you into it, and that is their legacy. Never forget that Mr. Potter."

"While I appreciate your sentiments Professor, I still can't allow this to happen. I'm going. I'll stay concealed if I have to. But I will do everything I can to save my parents graves. It's all I have left of them."

"Harry don't go alone!" Hermione pleaded. "If you get hurt, the rest of us will lose heart, and I'll never forgive myself. You have to take someone with you."

"I can stay concealed better on my own. If I have to fight I'll change into 'Talon'. I'll send my patronus as soon as it's safe. I'll be back. I promise."

He ran from the room and headed straight for the entrance hall and to the gates. Once he reached the gates he put on his invisibility cloak and apparated to Godric's Hollow.

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Harry appeared next to the now destroyed Potter Cottage and ran towards the cemetery. The town was already completely destroyed and the muggle military was moving in. He hoped he wasn't too late.

The scene he came upon when he reached the cemetery was something he would never forget. In fact, it would haunt his dreams for as long as he lived. There was a giant black creature with huge folded wings stalking towards the cemetery. It had a long body, maybe six meters long and the tail was obviously snakelike. It had black scales like a snake but its legs were furry, black, and powerful like a lion or a panther. Muscles seemed to ripple with each step it took. There was a trail of bodies and parts of bodies for probably thirty meters behind the creature. Harry had to move forward carefully to get a good look at the front. There was a muggle man standing there caught up and frozen in fear.

"Please," he was pleading. "I'm just trying to get home to check on my family."

A high pitched and ugly voice answered him. "Your worthless muggle wife and your filthy muggle children are more than likely dead. I and my servants have killed nearly everyone in the village."

Harry would recognize that voice anywhere. Voldemort. He scooted around for a better look. The creature had three heads. The head on the left was unmistakably a werewolf, black with red eyes and vicious snarling teeth. The head on the right was more elegant, still black, with a curved beak and piercing red eyes. Some sort of an eagle or a hawk. The head in the center was the most grotesque thing Harry had ever seen. It had black fur right up to the back of the head. In fact, Harry would probably describe it as a black mane, like a lion. The face though, was a cross between a serpent and a man. Red, beady eyes watching the muggle man in front of him. Harry hated that face. He hated the look of it. The sound of it, and the way it made him feel. He never experienced anger and rage like he did when he saw this face. It took everything in him not to throw off the cloak and transform right there. Just as the wolf head was about to strike…the sound of a muggle helicopter broke the moment. Evil Volde-creature turned and saw the British Apache helicopter as it fired on him. The powerful 30mm ammo fired from point blank range ripped through Voldemort's front leg shoulder haunch and the base of his right wing. Harry retreated a bit to make sure he wasn't caught in the crossfire. All three heads wailed in agony and rage. With a loud pop, the creature disappeared and left the scene. Muggle military men moved in immediately and began assessing the situation. He heard the muggle officer ask the terrified muggle man if he was alright. He just mumbled something about his family.

"What's your name sir? Your name sir, what's your name?"

"Oh, um, Bran. Bran Floyd. I need to check on my family. I need to see if they're alright…."

Harry turned away and placed a notice-me-not charm over himself and remained under his cloak. He couldn't afford to get wrapped up in this now that the muggles were in charge. They might mistake him for one of the bad guys. He found a quiet corner in an alley and sent his patronus to Hermione and the Order, before turning back and heading for the cemetery. As he got back to the cemetery he sneaked in the open gate and headed over to his parents graves. The reached down inside himself to find the Altor Regnum power. He carefully extended his shield around the entire graveyard. He put as much energy into it as he could without passing out and then with all his control focused on the task he clipped the tendril of power that connected the shield to him. Satisfied, he sat down to talk to and spend some time with his parents.

Outside the cemetery, no one noticed the graveyard just disappear. In fact no one ever gave that graveyard another thought ever again.