DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER/GODS AND GENERALS.


June 25, 1862, 12:00 A.M.

Falmouth, Kentucky, C.S.A.

It was midnight in the small town of Falmouth, The citizens of the once peaceful town couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen later today. As yesterday a division from James Lee's Army of Northern Kentucky attack two Divisions of Hancock's 2nd Army of the Ohio that are holding the high grounds. The Union General in command of the two divisions' was John Buford, who managed to hold out against the assault of the Confederate Division lead by General Evans. Though the Union managed to beat Evans back, there was the feeling that the battle that would continue in the morning would be a Confederate victory once. Once General Lee arrived to take command of the battle with reinforcements.

Though they thought that he would continue the battle in the morning. If only they knew that was not how James Lee fights as they would later hear the sounds of war in the dead of night.

Outside of Falmouth, ahead of the hills behind the town. James Lee watched through his binoculars at the number of Yankee camp tents filled with sleeping Yankee's, which were unaware that they would be for a big surprise. James was still a bit angry that he had to attack at this time, for it would tire the men. He knew that he must do this in order to have a chance to destroy Hancock's Army and advance into Ohio. When he arrived about a few hours earlier, he seriously chewed out General Mark Evans for starting an engagement without his permission. James knew that if Evans Division had been destroyed it would have lead to the Union thinking that he has a weakness. He definitely didn't want to give the Union that kind of idea, especially President Lincoln.

Giving the Union hope was the last thing James wanted to do, and now he was going to crush that Union Pride by attacking when they least expected. His plan was simple, Attack the Union with a full on Charge from their front and rear, along with an attack on their left flank. James couldn't help but smile knowing that the Union would be in a big surprise.

"General Lee," he heard.

James turned around and when he saw who it was, he smiled.

The man that called for him was wearing a uniform like his. He had a light blue eyes, a weird type of style of a beard, a puffy mustache, and a smile that looked like as if he was a child on Christmas.

"Yes, General Pickett? What is it?" James asked.

"Sir, my Division, and General Russel's Division are in place. We are ready to begin the charge." Pickett answered, with a salute.

James saluted back and replied, "Splendid. What about Roberts and Clark's divisions?"

"They are at their positions, General Lee," Pickett replied with a buck toothy grin.

James nodded and instructed that the charge will begin in ten minutes.

General Pickett nodded and saluted as he ran back to his horse to spread the orders. James turned around looking at the lights of the Union camps, which were filled with sleeping Yankee's. He could see it now, the blue boys running in terror as they were attacked from all sides from the Confederate Army. It felt like a reality, a dream that became very real. He felt the air breath upon him, a wind of a coming victory.

"General Pickett is quite the chap, I would say. Would agree General Lee?" inquired a very friendly voice.

James knew that voice. It was the voice of the very cheerful Colonel Arthur Fremantle of England's Coldstream Guards. He was sent over from England originally as an observer of Queen Victoria after the victory of Fort Henry. However, After Versailles, England, and France seeing this as an excellent opportunity to join the war and maybe get something out it. Fremantle was then made unofficially as an instructor to help discipline and train the Confederate Army. The men in the Army saw him as a Marquis de Lafayette because the way he taught them new moves and tactics were like the stories of Lafayette in the First War of Independence. They respected him and saw him as one of their own. Fremantle even once told him that he enjoys being a part of this army. It gives him a sense of pride more than he experienced in the British Army.

He remembered Fremantle telling in a conversation while playing poker, about that he and the rest of the Confederate citizens are just transplanted Englishmen and that he wished that his country and the Confederacy will forever be allies. James nodded, as he gave a straight out bluff in the table. He shook his head as he came back to the present. Slowly, he turned around and looked at the English Colonel. He wore his tradition blood red uniform and hat with black shoes. He was slim, brown hair, brown mustache, and blue eyes, which were dancing happily.

James smiled as he replied, "Pickett is a good man, and he fought with my father in the Mexican War."

"Ah, yes, The Mexican War. I believe that was a war fought over the fact that Texas wanted to join the once firm and fair Union if I am correct." Fremantle uttered cheerfully.

"Kind of," James answered.

"May I speak freely, General Lee?"

"You May indeed. It is a free country, mostly."

"Why attack Buford at night, instead of at daylight? I mean, there are surely going to be some risks in fighting in the dark. Also, it is…well…how should I say...not normal in warfare." Fremantle spoke with confusing as he desperately tried the correct word that he was attempting to say.

James smiled as he expected this, "Well, Colonel Fremantle, the reason, why I am attacking Buford at night, is because of the fact that he and the Yankee's are mostly asleep. So they will not be able to see this coming at all. Now, yes, there are risks. However, doesn't War always involve risks? I am risking my life to help save my home state of Virginia. Warfare is constantly changing as each one comes and goes. During a war, something new is invented to help end the war quicker. Each war is different."

Fremantle nodded in understanding as he went back to his horse to find the tallest tree he could find to get a good view of the coming charge.

James sighed as looked at his watch, and realized that there was still three minutes left till the attack starts. He decided what he should do next. Then it came to him, he could join General Pickett's division in the charge. So he quickly ran back to Traveler and climbed up the saddle; while moving faster than the wind, Traveler began to take to where Pickett's Division is positioned. He felt himself shack as Traveler ran faster and faster to Pickett. James had always felt himself connected to Traveler somehow in some way like he knew what was feeling and thinking. Some of the Troops in Army feel at times funny when they see him talking to Traveler like he's a human. However, James would just shrug it off as normal.

Then the sight of Pickett's three brigades' came in James's view. He slowly had Traveler slow and stop right beside the shocked General Pickett and his Brigade Commanders.

"Nice to see you, General Pickett. I have decided to join you and your Virginians in this charge, tonight." James announced happily with a big smile.

One of the Brigade Commanders (Garnet, James believed) said with shock "But General, you shouldn't be joining the men. It is too dangerous. We can't risk losing you."

"Well," James replied with honesty, "I am willing to take the risk."

The Commanders nodded as they knew that they could not stop the Commanding General. James looked at his watch again and noticed the time. 12:10, it was time for the attack. He looked at General Pickett.

"You may begin the Attack, now."

General Pickett nodded as he silently began giving orders. James could see that most of the men around him were ready to the coming fight. He could their faces. The faces of knowing that a victory is coming. These are willing to achieve success at day or night, winter or summer. He listened as each one of the men gave an intense prayer in case if they do not survive the coming engagement. Then came the silent order to advance that from Pickett.

It was at first a slow march, just to make sure that they division still has the element of surprise before they make the charge. He slowly followed them at the rear while pulling out the flag that his father had sent him and attached it to a large pole. It was the state flag of Virginia with Virtue standing over the death of Tyranny in a circular seal that the Virginian Motto in Latin; which was "Death to Tyrants". Below the seal was the Lee Family seal with the motto in Latin, "Not Unmindful of the Future". With the Flag, he felt like a proud Virginian.

Slowly, inch by inch, he could see Union camps getting closer and closer. It was there, right in the open for an attack from all sides. From Pickett at the Center of the 4 Union Brigades or 2 Divisions, Roberts of the 1st Cavalry Division (part of Forrest's New Cavalry Corps) attack at the rear of the Union, Clarks Division at the Union's East Flank, and Russel's Division at the Union's West Flank. The Plan was basically to choke the Union Divisions to Surrender. He knows this plan will work, it has to; or else this will change his plans.

He noticed that they were not far from the Union Camps. He could see Russel's Division about to attack the Union's West Flank. He could tell that they were ready for the fight from the distance. Then he heard the Rebel Yell from Pickett's Division as they made a fast charge towards the Yankee's, waking up the shocked the Blue Boys as they could not believe what was happening. Many of them were yelling to the others to run, few of them were actually giving orders to grab their muskets and form up. However, they were not very successful. James watched as the Virginians began firing into the mass of running Yankee's, this lead to bodies of blue falling to the ground like rain. Then came the Artillery fire to the Union Camps, which destroyed a tent or two. There was a small formation of Yankee's that lined up to try and pushed the attacking Confederates. However, it only took one volley from Armistead's Brigade to take out most of them and have the rest of their running like dogs.

He turned to his left and noticed that a large of Yankee's was now surrounded by a detachment of Roberts Cavalry; who were being held as Prisoners of War. The engagement was ended as quickly as it began, as the Yankee's realized that they were now surrounded. At first the attack was loud enough to be heard at Washington, but then about 5 minutes later, it was becoming as quite as a mouse.

He slowly rode around the now captured Union Camp and saw rows of Yankee's being held as Prisoners of War. Near were also piles of dead Yankee's; however he didn't notice a lot of Confederate causalities. There were only a few, the ones that were proper taken out by a Yankee trying to change the tide. As he passed probably the biggest of all the tents, he heard a disgruntled voice beside.

"General Lee, The Yankee Buford wishes to see."

James turned to his left and nodded to the soldier, who was dying to kill Buford. Although, he couldn't as before the attack he gave orders to every soldier in the attack to not kill Buford unless forced. The soldiers couldn't lie if they did and turns out Buford did nothing as James could somehow see the truth in the men. He could be able to detect any lies in the men for some reason.

James slowly dismounted from Traveler, as he said to the horse, "I will be back in a bit, old friend."

Traveler made a noise that James understood as, "Alright."

Slowly James walked inside the large tent and noticed that it was probably the command tent of the two Yankee Divisions. The reason is that there was a pair of telegraph on a desk to his left. In front of him was a large table with a large map of Falmouth and the surround areas like the small town about 5 miles away called Morgan. At his right was a desk that probably ran things like the Commanding General's documents. James could already see a list of orders that were approved by Lincoln and Hancock stacked in a pile on the desk. James decided to pick them up and look at them. The first one caught his attention.

General Buford,

You are to hold your current position as long as possible. If you find yourself heavenly outnumbered, then you have permission by the President to withdraw across the river to the other side of Falmouth and report the positions of the Enemy to General Hancock, until he arrives in about 5 to 6 days.

Signed,

Secretary of War: Benson

"I knew that would be the first thing you would do. Look and see what you find about us, Jamie Lee", said a solemn voice.

James looked around and saw a man in a blue uniform, with gold plated buttons. He had light blue eyes, brown hair, and a mustache that was thick at the junction below his nose. His brown hair showed his age, as they had a partial gray to it along with his mustache. His face had few signs of age, but James could clearly see them.

James smiled as he said, "Well, General Buford. What can I say? I wish to end this war very quickly."

John Buford sighed as he said sadly, "Don't we all. However, each side wants to be the victor and it leads to a long completion to pain and tears."

James nodded, knowing exactly what he meant.

"How old are you, General Lee?" Buford asked, with a curious voice.

James blinked, thinking of why he would be asking a question like that. He decided to go ahead and answer the question.

"14, sir… I mean 24." James replied, nervous about his secret coming out and being discovered. He prayed that Buford didn't catch that first part.

Buford gave him a surprised look and said, "That first answer sounded pretty honest and judging by the look of your face that probably the real answer. So, I am must ask. Why fight this war at this age? And how is it that the fool Burnside get his tail beaten a 14-year-old General at Versailles?"

"Well, first, I fight this war to protect my native state of Virginia and bring it glory. Second, Burnside didn't know my age and still doesn't know. He got beaten by his own arrogance." James answered with honesty.

Buford nodded, agreeing with the second response. However, he was not going to argue with Jamie Lee about the first answer.

So he then asked, "Another thing, I must ask about General Sherman. I heard after that Charge that he did, he was wounded and captured. Is he ok?"

"Yes, but he is still severely hurt. He is suffering from the wounds and the doctor does not think he will live for probably about 3 to 4 years."

Buford nodded, feeling sorry for Sherman.

"His wife has been regularly sending letters asking if he is alright or has returned from being captured." Buford thought

"General, I am willing to make a deal with you. I need someone to return Sherman home to his family. He is not strong enough to run a horse by himself, so I was hoping that someone like you could maybe take him." James implied.

Buford was shocked Lee's proposal and then became confused. Why? Why has someone like him set free to transport another high-ranking soldier? Lee has the perfect bargaining chip for a prisoner exchange. It doesn't make any sense. It is like letting the fish in the barrel get away and somehow get back into the ocean.

He asked James, who replied with a grin, "Well, I have no need for prisoners to be exchanged as there is barely any officer in your country's hold that is being held as a Prisoner of War. Plus someone has to inform the Union what has happened tonight. Think General, about what will happen once everyone finds out that only you came out of the attack? Along with the fact that the President gave you permission to fall back to safety, it makes you the perfect scapegoat."

Buford looked at Jamie Lee in shock. He could not believe how devious this teenage general was. Everything he said was true, he was the perfect scapegoat. It probably would not matter if he agreed to or not to take Sherman, he will probably still blamed by the press and Lincoln for the defeat. Even if anyone found out about Jamie's actual age, then that is adding fuel to the fire. Buford did nothing, but a nod at James as he closed his eyes; Tired from the fact that he will face humiliation. He felt his eyes began to well-up with tears.

James felt sorry a little for Buford. However, he knew that War can make or break a person's reputation. It can happen to anyone. Destinies change and respect falls after a defeat. The only thing that James could do for Buford was say a prayer for his reputation to be stored after the war.

"I will leave you here for an hour or two. The Guard will be outside should you ever need anything. Tomorrow, you will ride to Ohio and take Sherman home to his family." James instructed.

All Buford did was nod again, willing to help a fellow wounded soldier and head home in shame as he knew that his career is finished. James left the tent to head back to his Command Tent outside of Falmouth.


It took about 30 minutes for him to return his as he was being cheered at by his fellow soldiers, who were always shaking his hands as a way of congratulations for his most recent victory. Many of them were offering him to join them in a drink; however, James did not have the time to. He has plans to make; another battle to prepare for.

When he reached his Command Tent, he slowly stepped off Traveler. He noticed that some of the troops were circling around the tent shouting in cheerful voices, "General Lee! General Lee! General Lee!" James could not help but admire the love and appreciation that the men in this army have for him. He remembered when first took command of the Army of Mississippi, the men would call him things; like the name that the Union gave him "Jamie Lee". However, after many decisive victories, the men just stare at him like an angel of God. Things do change quickly after one proves their worth in salt.

James shook his head with a smile, as he slowly went inside the tent and noticed that all the Corps Commanders of his Army were already inside and waiting for him. As he stepped inside, they all saluted, Saying "General Lee."

James greeted back as he said, "Good Morning or Night, Gentlemen; depending on what you wish to call it. We have achieved a victory today. However, Gentlemen, we have another one to prepare. Hancock is his way, and based upon capture enemy reports, he will arrive at least in 5 days. So, we must begin building trench later today."

Some of the Corps Commanders looked at James like as if he grew another head.

Finally one spoke, James notice that it was General MacMahon of the Army's French 5th Corps, " But General, to build even more defenses to defeat the Yankee's on our terms, we need other things like fences to slow down the enemies advance in the coming battle."

James nodded and replied, "and How many more days do you think that we need, General MacMahon?'

MacMahon stroked his white mustache as he answered with a strong sense of honesty that fixed well with his French accent, "At least an extra couple of days, General Lee."

James nodded in understanding and began to think of how he slows Hancock down to give that extra two days. Then an idea hit.

"General Tonks was the name of that man that informed me a week ago that he and his gang can any impossible mission?" James asked.

"I think his name was Jesse James, General Lee," Tonks answered.

"Do you know where he is?"

Then it was General Bragg of 3rd Corps, who responded, "I believe that he and his gang is with my men, General. Shall I bring him to you?"

All James did was nod, as Bragg had someone sent for Jesse James.

"Now, on to other matters gentlemen, I want all of your men to begin building trenches and primary defenses to prepare for the coming battle in less than a week. Here is how I want you all to place your men. ", James instructed putting a large map of the Falmouth region and the heights in the area along with the small town of Morgan.

"General Beauregard, your are to deploy your men on the Hills that we have just captured from Buford. General's Johnston and Bragg, your Corp's is to extend from where Beauregard is to all the way near to this river peninsula that looks like a tooth. Now, General Tonks…" James began explaining in good detail to the rest of the Commanders.

After he finished explaining positions to the Commanders, he then asked, "Any questions, gentlemen?"

They all shook their heads, to which James dismissed them.

James looked at the map again and began to think of the coming engagement. Questions filled his mind. Will Hancock actually attack, when he arrives? How will he fight? How much causalities should be expected? Is he forgetting any important facts or future moves that he could do to beat Hancock? Should he request more men?

Then came a soft voice that said, "General?"

James blinked for a second as he turned around and noticed that it was General Tonks.

"General, sir. Mr. James is here to see you." General Tonks informed.

James nodded as he said "Very well, send him in. However, I need you to do two things, General Tonks."

"Yes, General?" Tonks asked curiously.

"I need you to a message to the Frankfort and informed them that I require the Garrison of the City to be sent for reinforcements. However, a small portion may be left behind." James answered.

General Tonks nodded as he quickly wrote that down as he asked "And what is the Second thing, General?"

"I wish for a message to be sent to all of Kentucky's people asking that I am willing to have the Confederate Treasury pay a man at least 20 dollars in gold a day in exchange that they help the Army of Northern Kentucky fight in the battle that is coming."

Tonks was shocked, but still wrote it down as asked, "Anything else, sir?"

James shocked as Tonks left to send in Jesse James and to deliver the messages.

James noticed that as soon as Tonks left the tent, an overly excited teenage Jesse James came inside. James did nothing but smile at the teenager. He remembered when he received a letter from Jesse, requesting that he and his gang of Missouri Guerrillas be transferred to his Army with the promise that they do anything impossible. James decided to accept the request due to the fact that he is a teenager himself and believed that it should be fair anyways since teens are allowed to join the army anyway. He believed that Jesse can do the mission that he is going to assign him, especially with the fact that he will have in support 2 brigades of Cavalry with him.

"Well Corporal James," he said, "Your time to shine has come. I have a very special mission for you and your gang. You are to bring with you a few wagons of very delicate Torpedoes and plant them here."

He pointed at a small map where it showed a junction where two roads are connecting into one, about 10 miles north away from Falmouth.

Jesse nodded, while replying in a happy voice "It will be done, General."

James nodded as he continued, "After that I want you to delay Hancock's Army as much as possible. You may do this by stealing their cavalry horses at night, sabotaging their Artillery cannons, and a few skirmishes. However, you are not to begin a major engagement or anything like that. Do you understand?"

Jesse nodded very quickly like a child on sugar.

"Good, now, you may begin your mission right now. You are allowed to take with 2 additional brigades of Cavalry with you in support. General Tonks will lead you to where the Torpedoes are being stored. You are dismissed Corporal. Good luck and may God bless you and your gang."

Jesse nodded as he gave James a salute and left to start his mission. His first mission to prove that he is a man.

James sighed as he looked back at the map, thinking about how his father doing right now. So far, after receiving reports from him, he was right now in Sharpsburg, Maryland. James smiled as he knew that both McClellan and Lincoln have no idea that his father was now in their territory and threaten to move to Washington, DC and capture it; while McClellan was still in Leesburg, Virginia. However, his father will be moving to an area that has very good ground. Luckily, the ground that spies sent over was so well that it was the perfect place for his father to force McClellan to attack; Specially with the fact that Lincoln is desperate for a magnificent victory. This means that Lincoln will force his generals to do the impossible and deadly in order to boost the Union Morale.

He looked at the name of the town on the map that he placed behind. It was a very detailed map of the ground that he wants his father to fortify and wait for McClellan to attack at. Its name was black and bold, James slowly touched the name. He could feel the coming victory. However, he knew that in order to ensure the success, confidence must not outweigh logic. He looked over the names of the hills that surrounded the town. Below the names were code names for them, so that when James gives an order for his father to make on a hill, the Union will not be able to know what hill he is talking about at all. Like Culp's Hill is now Satan's Touch. He even sent a message to his father instructing him to keep General Stuart near his Army and not too far, where communication is always possible. He did not want to be ass to Old Jeb, but he cannot afford any mistakes. He believed that even a small victory will make the Union believe that he has a weakness and if that happens, it will give them the hope to use that weakness and turn it against him. He knew that his father would understand and would also have Old Jeb understand.


Sharpsburg, Maryland

Confederate camps of the Army of Northern Virginia

Robert E. Lee listened as General Jackson explained to the other generals of the Army the importance that they reach to their designated hills once they arrived to the town that they would have the Union engage them at. Robert could only smile as he knew that way of speaking from his son. He remembered the day, when he managed to persuade the Governor of Virginia into signing a letter of recommendation to the President of the Virginia Military Institute, who was happy to accept James into the Military College. Robert smiled as he remembered seeing the look on James face, when he received his letter of accept. That cheerful smile and jumping all around the house, waving the letter like a flag that deserved respect. He even saw James sleeping with the letter in his hand. He chuckled at the memory.

However, he remembered the reason why he sent James to VMI. The letter and the magical prophecy! The only person that can destroy Voldemort. Voldemort? The name sounded like as if he was claiming as if he is immortal and invincible. He chuckled as he knew its meaning, "Flight from Death". Well, he will probably be in a surprise when he discovers that the boy that he wanted to kill has become a man and can lead an Army…or even a country to victory; especially with odds that are impossible to win against. What would his face be like, then? In the past, He imaged a person that was not human, a person that had the face of Satan and with teeth that were sharper than a bayonet. Until, one night before his son went back to VMI to fight in the war and for the glory of Virginia. He had a dream that showed the face of the monster. The imaged of the demon from hell that his son would have to face.

It had pale grey skin (skin that made the demon look like it was undead), a bald head that was covered by a robe with a hood that was blacker than night, and eyes…oh Mary Josephine…those eyes were redder than blood. They shown so bright that if one looked into them they could literally see the inside of the realm of Satan. Then he saw his face as a flame of a candle presented it. He literally lost his breath and felt his heart grow weak as he saw the face of the demon that his son would have to face in the future. It had no nose, only two straight lines that were cut to the area where they were supposed to be. The cheeks were hallowed and the lips of the demon were pale as his skin. Then the thing that frighten Robert the most was the Large Snake silvering around the demons arm. The size of it was enormous; it had to be at least 12 feet. Although, the way the snake was staring at him was like it found its lunch. Hissing its tongue in and out very fast.

Then suddenly, He felt all of his strength fade always as he saw the demon raised its wand and casted the spell that he once heard from his mother.

"Avada Kedavra"

Then came the green light hitting him and then he woke up in a startle from his wife trying to wake him up. He did with a large cold sweat on him. He remembered his wife telling him that he was shaking and turning uncontrollably and asked what happened. He told his wife about the dream and described the face of the demon along with its snake. Martha had a pale face in the thought of her son facing that demon and told him that it must be a sign from the lord. A sign that he must try harder in preparing and ensuring that James survives the war. Or else the demon, which she believed had to be Voldemort, will bring a reign of terror to both the Magical and Muggle world in the future. Robert had to agree with her as he knew that she was right. She was always right, when it comes to things like this.

So, he then went to President Davis about having his Son being made a General in the Confederate Army or at least having him as his Aid-de-Camp. He remembered the reluctance Jefferson Davis had about it. However, more Generals were needed for the Army; he agreed to bring the option to Congress. Nevertheless, he should have some letters of recommendations from other officers and possibly from the President of VMI to booster James's creditability. Robert had no problem with that, both General Jackson and President Smith were happy to write the letters. He even pulled a few favors from friends in the Magical Confederate Government to dose the Muggle Congressman with a potion in their coffees and teas that will have them vote for James. Favorably, of course. He may be a Squib, but he can do a few things here and there.

He was happy that he would not have to worry about James being killed while being used as a meat cutter in the front lines. When the news of James's victory at Versailles came, he grinned and celebrated with his men over the fact. Then he was invited to the Presidential Celebration Ball at the White House in Richmond along with other high-ranking officers of his army. He went only to ask President Davis a few questions about the state of the war, so far. When he went there, he recalled seeing General Jackson and his wife or Esposita, as Jackson always calls her. Those two most likely put Richmond's best dancers at jealous during the music. He smiled at the speed of their dancing and the love that they showed to the whole city.

He then, finally, managed to have a talk with Jefferson Davis in his Presidential Office. As he asked if the Union are willing to negotiate peace at the moment. Jefferson replied that Lincoln sent a direct message saying basically that they will continue fighting. Robert sighed at the memory. He could not believe this, Lincoln knows that he is losing the war and should sign peace to end this war. Or else the blood that the Union have spilled will be brought into the northern states, causing more radical movements for peace in Washington and all over the country. However, he could not help and admire the determination that the Yankee President has in the cause.

"If given the chance, he would send in children into the Union Army to free the Southern Slaves.", he thought.

He understood Lincoln's reasons to want to end slavery. He and James both understood. However, there has to be other ways than this, to say it and threaten it directly would force the South to fight for it. The South was once too independent in slaves. Until, James managed to introduce the Negro Enlistment Act to Jefferson and even asked Congress to try to find ways to increase the production of the Confederacy. Both of these actions proved to be very successful. However, he recollected Vice-President Alexander Stephens and Actor John W. Booth stating that was against the values that the South was based upon and denounced James as a Traitor paid by the Union to disrupt the Southern Economy. Although, After Versailles and Fort Henry, they lost support in that belief.

"Excuse, Me. General Lee.", came a voice that Robert knew too well.

He turned around and knew that it his Aid-de-Camp, Major Walter Taylor.

"General Stuart is inside the Headquarters and is also ready to see you." Major Taylor explained.

General Lee sighed as he knew that it was going to be an unpleasant talk. It understood James's reasoning, but it hurt Jeb Stuart. He nodded and walked into the small house not far. The owner of the home was happy to lend his home to the Confederate Army and was honored. It was not luxurious, but it was enough for him to use. Slowly, he passed through rotted old wooden door of the house and saw General Jeb Stuart of his Cavalry Corps standing beside the door. He wore his standard Cavalry Grey Uniform, with his impeccable hat that had a feather on top. His beard was like a thick as a bush. Robert smiled as he told Jeb to close the door and then be seated. Jeb nodded slowly, he could see a little anguish in the man. He knew what was coming. Lord, knows he would be like that as well. However, this talk must happen as Stuart is developing a sense of betrayal towards his son.

He noticed Jeb close the door a little hard, but not enough to get anyone's attention. He slowly walked beside the chair next to his, then he said with angry, "General Lee, I refuse to sit, as your son orders me not go pass at most 20 miles from the Army. 20 miles! General, that is only enough to screen a battlefield. Not enough to sneak and destroy Union Cavalry as my missions have been at times. I know that I mostly have been only doing screening of Armies. However, I know how to engage Union Cavalry; I can do any impossible mission and at the same time send in report of Union positions. Then, Your son sends in that order, like as if he is questioning the quality I have in this Army…"

Lee held his hand out to stop Jeb Stuart, while rubbing his eyes. He thought for a minute and then looked back at Jeb's glaring blue eyes as they became darker and darker. His hair stand up as if trying to touch the ceiling.

He then spoke with a soft and caring voice, "General Stuart, I know how you feel about the order James sent to you. However, let me explain. First, James does not doubt nor questions your abilities and quality to this Army. In fact, he is pleased and is impressed about it. He loves a cavalry man like you. Second, He knows that you are willing to do things that no one can else cannot do. He knows what that is like himself. Lastly, he is giving the order due to the fact that the plans that has been made by this operation does not require you and your cavalry to do as much scouting as you have done before. However, another reason that he gave the order, it is due to the fact that a Cavalryman loves to do some joy-ridding and there have been a few times that you have done that. .."

"But sir…" Stuart exclaimed with shock.

"Those were excusable and understandable. However, James is worrying over the state in the war. Even though, we are winning. It will only take one huge defeat and then everything will be for nothing. Then, our Allies will believe that we are at defeat and stop helping, then leave us to the Union. James does not want that to happen. Like I have said earlier, he does not question or doubt your quality. He is just concerned." Lee continued as he looked down.

Jeb looked down as he pulled out his sword and presented it Lee, speaking in a sad tone, "General, Seeing as your son has no use of my Corps, I wish to…"

"THERE IS NO TIME FOR THAT! THERE IS NO TIME!" Robert yelled with a few tears, as he then took a deep breath and continue, "General, that it not what I mean. He and I have other uses for your Cavalry. It is just that we need you men intact for those uses. You must understand that. I know that you are not happy about the order. I know that with all my heart, it just we have our orders. We must follow those orders whether we like then or not. Orders are not meant to be loved, they are meant to be followed and done. So, as a Soldier, you must follow that order; even if it enrages you. However, James will make it up to you; I know my Son and he will do something in return. You just have to do as ordered and follow it. Do you understand, General?"

Jeb Stuart nodded in tears as he said slowly, "Yes, sir."

Lee walked up to Jeb and placed the sword back into the holder, as he looked into the sad eyes as the Cavalrymen and hugged him.

"Let us speak no more of this and do our duty as a soldier. Alright, General Stuart?"

Jeb nodded as he apologized for his ruddiness. Lee nodded as he said that it was understandable. As Jeb slowly walked outside to sleep back at his tent.

Robert sighed as he felt the pain of yelling at someone that he considered as another son. He wished that he did not do, but it was too late. Now, he must watch as Jeb tries to prove his worth in salt in the coming battle. Even though, both he and James knew that it was not necessary. Slowly, he went to the bed next to him and heard Major Taylor walk inside as he tucked him in to the bed, so that he sleep. He slept feeling a pain in chest over what happened. However, he knew that it would be temporally. As he felt in to the land of dreams, he prayed for this war to end. It has gone on for too long with blood being spilt by the body.


Hey, everyone. I am really sorry, again. I know this is becoming a habit and I have no real excuse, only that I had college as a bigger priority. However, I have come to a compromise with myself to where I can do a little work on the next chapter each day. I plan to at least do 500 words each weekday and on weekend days, including Fridays, at least 750 words. Hopefully, this plan will have the next chapter done by the end of next month. I promise everyone that and if it is going to be late, I will let everyone know.

Now, about this chapter, I worked hard on it and stay up late to finish it. However, I am glad to complete it. If there is any grammar problems, please feel let me know and tell me how I should fix. I know that I am not perfect, but I will to make this story as much enjoyable as possible. It is just I have flaws in write a story…hell, I even have flaws in write an essay and have to have it check by the College Writing Center and by the tutors that I have.

So, I am now thinking of hiring a Beta to help me make sure that this story is making sense and is also grammarly correct. If anyone wishes to beta my story, be sure to PM me and give me at least a week to look over your please works to see the experience and quality that you have for this story.

Another thing, in case anyone is confused on what is a civil war torpedo, it is basically a land mine.

Now, besides all of that, please give some feedback off how you felt, liked, or did not like about the story/chapter. Until next time, the Chapter of the fictional Battle of Falmouth. This might be a long chapter.