PART TWO

Chapter 1: A Resistance?

He was running.

The loud thump of his boot against the floor echoed in the narrow corridor as he ran towards his destination. Sweat was dripping into his eyes making them burn but he paid no mind to it. His chest was cramping up but he knew that he was all but a few seconds away from the door.

He didn't bother with opening the door and instead just slammed into it bringing it off his hinges and both the door and he went crashing to the floor.

The occupants inside had all risen to their feet and had their wands trained on the intruder.

"Professor Dumbledore," gasped the man from his position on the floor. "They made it in!"

Murmurs broke out in the room and it was clear that none of them thought it to be possible.

"That is wonderful news," whispered Albus Dumbledore, leader of the resistance.

Gathering his breath the man gave the now crushed letter to the ex-headmaster and turned red when Albus raised his eyes at the condition of the small piece of paper.

"I was in a hurry," he mumbled.

Dumbledore smiled, "You did well," he said. "Now go back to your post. I hope you left someone in your stead when you left."

The man paled and then dashed out of the room, back to his post cursing himself all the way.

Albus quickly scanned the contents of the letter and then his face fell. "Oh dear." All that was scribbled was 'found a way, scouting.'

"What does it say?" asked a woman from the back.

"They found a way in but instead of waiting for backup they've gone in," he said grimly.

Gasps flew around the room. "Are they mad!" burst out Remus, "It's practically five of them verses Voldemort's entire army!"

"Did the mention how they penetrated the barrier?" asked Snape. "We could assemble a team to back them up."

Dumbledore shook his head. "Nymphadora and her team are still locked in combat with the werewolves in Ireland. Kingsley and his team are helping the survivors of the vampire attacks in Madrid and the attacks haven't stopped yet. I fear it's only a matter of time before the bloodshed reach us."

"What about the other teams?" asked Mr. Delacour in heavily accented English. "The one's in Spain?"

"We don't have the man power and we need to be here when France is attacked. But it wouldn't matter," he said. "They didn't mention how they got in."

Mr. Austin, Lillian's father sighed. "Are the US officials still being a pain in the arse?"

"They have accepted the existence of magic but they refuse to believe they are at war. They say their weapons are safe and even if some of their officers were under the imperius curse, it wouldn't be enough to launch the weapons," said Dan Granger. Hermione's father had been in the army before leaving and starting his own dental clinic. Dumbledore had made him in charge of talks with the Americans since every witch and wizard capable of wielding a wand efficiently had roles not as spokesmen but as fighters.

"Basically our request for aid has been denied by them. According to them what is happening in Britain is an internal matter and they are not in a position to help," said Dumbledore with a sigh. "But what they are really saying is, after their first strike failed spectacularly they're unwilling to go to war risking the wrath of an enemy against whom even their most sophisticated weapons failed."

"That's ridiculous!" said Mr Austin. "An entire country has been taken over and they refuse to believe that it's their problem! What about Bulgaria, France and Spain! The high rates of deaths aren't enough to draw their concern!" he spat furiously.

The magical community in the West was infinitesimal to have to be brought to the attention of the muggle leaders and it had been quite a shock for them when Dumbledore had opened their eyes to a whole new world.

"Britain is all but lost," said Snape grimly. "We did our best to evacuate the countryside villages but sixty percent of the population has gone. The ministries that have fallen to Voldemort are preparing their forces and it won't be long before all of Europe is under the dark lord's command."

"What about the Russians?" asked Remus.

"And not to mention the Italians, the middle east, the Asian countries," added Mr Austin.

Dumbledore sighed heavily. "Amelia and Rufus are coordinating with them and they have mobilized their forces but just like the Americans and the other countries we've contacted they refuse to engage Voldemort. It's the same with pretty much every country we've contacted. The sudden loss of an entire country is playing havoc in all their backyards. Economic crisis, mass panic, mass suicides, the popular belief that Armageddon is upon them and to make matter worse tempers are running high in almost all the governments. If it weren't for our intervention the muggles would have started world war III. Unless we take the fight to Voldemort's doorstep he will come to theirs."

"We don't want to repeat the same mistakes as last time do we," muttered Remus and Dumbledore winced. They had been caught with their pants down because of their policy of gathering intelligence and then act instead of nipping the bud before it blossomed. But it wasn't like they could openly attack Voldemort under Fudge's regime. One could easily say this entire crisis all lay on his and his government's head.

"It won't be long before Beauxbaton is attacked. I'm sure Voldemort suspects us of hiding here," said Snape glumly.

"We need more men," said Mr. Cane, former advisor to the prime minster of Britain. "And weapons," he added.

"Are your ships and submarines still around the coast?" asked Granger.

"No," replied Cane. "Most are anchored in deep sea and any attempt to come close to the coast will result in annihilation by the Spanish and French Navy. Whatever ships we have left are those that were already in deep sea before that black fire consumed everything," he said bitterly. "Some managed to make it out but we lost everything, the ports, the air bases, the military stations, all in a matter of minutes. I don't have to remind you how devastating that day was."

That day. . . . It weighed heavily in their minds. The terror the muggles had felt watching their kin being consumed by black flames, the horrible screams that echoed throughout the day and night, a river filled with bodies of men, women and children who were trying to escape.

A shudder ran down many spines in the room.

It had been almost a week into the sudden takeover by Voldemort and the surviving members of the British government together with the US had ordered a strike on London. But the missiles launched by the Submarines and Destroyers exploded way above the city and the jets which attempted to fly over the city and bomb it exploded in mid air without so much as a warning. Voldemort had erected some sort of barrier over parts of the island and even Dumbledore didn't know what to make of it.

"I would also love to order a nuclear strike but we have no way of knowing if it will work."

"Where are your men residing for now?" asked Minerva.

"Some of them have set camp on the aircraft carriers and the rest including the special forces are a few miles from here. I also don't need to remind you that many of my men and women are in our teams fighting those monsters."

Dumbledore smiled. "You don't. Those men have shown extreme courage in facing something they believed to exist only in fairy tales."

"If only it were so," grumbled Cane. He glanced at his watch and then stood up. "I'm off to the radio room. I need to update my new generals regarding the situation," he said in disgust. Truth to be told, he knew their military and naval forces was laughable right now. As of now they were just grand floating machines with hardly anyone to take command. His heart still clenched when he thought about the number of lives they had lost that day.

Dumbledore turned to elder Austin and Granger. "How are your daughters doing?" he asked.

"Mary's ready to kill someone soon," said Mr. Austin blandly. "She feels digging tunnels and making sure the fires don't burn out is a waste of talents and she hates me for not letting her fight."

Dan chuckled. "Hermione is just happy to do her bit and the rest of the kids are under Molly and Emma's control."

"She's also furious that Harry is allowed to go on missions and she's not," added Remus helpfully.

"Sirius has no issues with Harry fighting and I can't stop the boy from doing whatever he wants," said Dumbledore tiredly.

"You're one of the most powerful wizards in the world Monsieur Dumbledore," scoffed Mr Delacour. "Surely you could stop the boy!"

"Six months ago I tried," said the powerful wizard ruefully. "Six months ago Harry lost his temper and it was six months ago that boy bested me in a duel."

"No way!" gasped Remus and the rest of the room echoed their disbelief. This was news to them!

"Harry is too powerful to contain," he murmured. "Our duel was a close one but the variety of powers Harry controls is truly amazing. He is, in simple words a prodigy of magic."

Harry had pulled out every weapon in his arsenal to defeat Dumbledore. He didn't hide any of his powers like last time and at the end of it he had left Dumbledore utterly spellbound. Of course, it was the shock and surprise that led to his loss but he was not complaining. Harry had proved himself more than just capable and since then the man had not stopped Harry from participating in the war. He stopped treating Harry like the child he was supposed to be and began to treat him like a solider on the battlefield. It had hurt the old man to watch a boy only fourteen almost fifteen years old do things no one should do in their entire life time but he was past that now. Now he didn't even hesitate before putting Harry in the most dangerous of situations. In his eyes Harry was now the next Mad eye Moody, albeit several times more powerful.

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London

Alastor Moody – age 45, Sirius Black – age 35, Mike Strong – age 27, Michele Stinger – age 26 and Harry Potter – age 14 years and 7 months. The five member team who had been tasked to find a way into London.

Strong and Stinger were part of the British intelligence and now they were fighting along side witches and wizards and things could not be more surreal for them.

One by one they slowly surfaced above the water after a high speed journey under water thanks to Harry's element and took a look around them.

They were surrounded by a lush forest with monstrous trees and all of them wondered whether they were in the right place or not. This could not be the London they had left could it? After all it was not long ago that the entire city had been set ablaze by fiendfyre.

"Co-ordinates confirm this is London," said Michele, "But I'm positive there was never a forest here."

"Do you sense anything Potter?" growled Moody.

Harry closed his eyes and spread his magic. He liked to call it his sensing power. "A lot of animals," he murmured, "but nothing human."

"Alright, Michele right flank, Sirius go left, Potter take the rear. Mike and I will take the front."

3 wands and two SMG's made their way out as they took the positions and began to move. In the team, Moody was the strategist, Michele was the medic, Mike was the weapons specialist, Sirius was there because of his skill in transfiguration and Harry was there because he was Harry Potter.

Mike and Michele were teaming up with the three for the second time and had on a number of occasions before departing for their mission voiced their disapproval of having a fourteen year old in the team. The previous mission they had been on was a search and rescue after a death eater raid in the Villages they had not managed to evacuate in Britain. They hadn't yet seen what the boy was capable of.

Harry on the other hand couldn't care less. His mind was focused on one thing and one thing alone, reducing the number of enemies and killing Voldemort. It truly pained Sirius to see Harry become like this but there was nothing he could do. Even then he kept doing his best to make Harry smile and see the positive side of life. He did not want his godson to get drowned in sea of blood and war.

"Stop!" whispered Harry suddenly.

"What is it?"

"People to our east. At least twenty."

"I'll go check it out," said Michele. Apart from being the medic, her talents lay in infiltration. There had never been a mission she had failed to accomplish in her five years working for the SIS."

Without making a sound she slinked away and the rest lay low, waiting for her return.

Five minutes later she returned, "A group of old men with long beards talking in some weird language," she said sounding a little unnerved. It was certainly not what she expected to see.

"Druids," muttered Moody. "Better to avoid them," he said and they continued their march through the forest until the finally reached its end and what they saw next took their breath away.

London had been transformed. There was absolutely nothing familiar about the city and words could not describe what they were seeing.

A few kilometers ahead of them stood a sea of mansions fit for the richest of people. Elegant was one of the few words that could be used to describe them. To the right of the colony they could see hundreds of stores, magical stores selling brooms, potions, pets, books, it was like Diagon Alley, only much, much bigger and way better. they could feel the magic emitting from the building and what took their breaths away was the castle in the distance. It was massive! Bathed in white and gold it stood out like a beacon of power and was floating high above the ground.

There was absolutely no sign that the city had been razed to the ground and oddly there was no sign of any wizards or witches too.

"Is this what Voldemort has done to London?" said Sirius incredulously. "I expected to see a lot worse!"

"It's not just wizards down there is it?" said Harry squinting. He then removed his omnioculars from his bag and scanned the city. "There goblins seem to constructing their own city a further away from the castle," he said. "I can see at least five structures similar to Gringotts and thousands of goblins milling around."

"Any signs of non magical people?" asked Mike.

"None," whispered Harry.

"Let's circle the perimeter and see what we can find," said Michele.

At Moody's signal, Harry disillusioned Michele and himself and removed his broom from his bag. Moody did the same to Mike.

"It felt like cold water rippling down my body," said Michele shuddering. Harry mounted the broom and pulled Michele climbed on behind him before Harry disillusioning the broom too.

They could see an distorted outline of each other and one by one they kicked off the ground. Moody was in the lead, followed by Sirius and Mike and then by Harry and Michele.

"Amazing," said Michele in awe. "Broom's that can fly!"

"This is just the tip of the iceberg Ms. Stinger," said Harry dryly. "I thought you would have done a little research before agreeing to join our team."

"If we have the time and resources I would have done so," she replied, raising her volume as Harry increased their speed. "But unfortunately the last time I saw our headquarters it was being burnt to ground in a black flame that was impossible to put out."

"How did you all escape?" Harry asked curiously.

"We had an underground escape route to the river," she said. "We took a boat and escaped to sea."

They lapsed into silence and continued their survey of this new London. So far it was just houses, several shopping streets and of course the floating castle that they could see clearly but as they flew further in more structures became visible and they began to fly towards them, while maintaining a distance from the castle. They didn't know what kind of security was there and they didn't have any intention of testing it.

"So who does a fourteen year old kid become part of a team like this?" asked Michele conversationally. The question had been bugging Mike and her and they hadn't actually found the time to interact with the wizards. They were simply ordered by Cane to join their team and learn.

"Power," said Harry simply. "I can wipe the floor with any wizard in our resistance."

Michele looked at him disbelievingly and even though Harry could not see her he knew what she was thinking.

"You don't have to believe me," he said coolly. "But if we get into a fight, just make sure to stay behind us."

"Land!" yelled Moody suddenly and immediately the riders dove towards the ground, following the silhouette of Moody.

"What happened?" asked Sirius once they had landed.

Moody just pulled out his own omnioculars and looked due east. Frowning Harry and Sirius removed theirs too and when the looked in the direction Moody was looking in their hearts skipped a beat.

"What do you see?" asked Mike.

Sirius wordlessly handed the man the omnioculars and Mike felt a little nauseous when he took a look through them.

Hundreds of people were bunched together like a herd of sheep and there were at most a dozen mountain trolls standing guard around them. They were definitely non magical and what made the infiltrators feel sick was the dozens of mutilated corpses lying around them. Most of them seemed to have their heads bashed in for trying to escape and others seemed to have been crushed under the feet of the trolls.

It was a horrible scene.

The prisoners had almost nothing to cover themselves and it wasn't just adults. From what they could see there were children who barely looked older than the age of ten sobbing as the trolls crushed another poor soul who tried to run.

Harry's blood started to freeze and he wanted nothing more than to return the favour to those trolls.

"Calm down Harry," said Sirius noticing Harry stiffening and placed his hand on his godson's shoulder and winced at how cold his body was.

Moody however was shoving the omnioculars back in his bag and commanded them to get back in the air.

"Aren't we supposed to do something about them sir?" protested Michele immediately. "We can't just leave them there!"

"Let's finish what we came here to do and then see if we're in a position to help these people," said Moody gruffly. But even they could see that the hardened Auror was barely controlling his desire to help the muggles.

They continued their journey flying over several camps where muggles were being held before they came across something even worse.

A single black tower could be seen and around it an army and worse, it wasn't an army of death eaters.

"Please don't tell me those are inferi," groaned Sirius.

"Zombies," said Harry responding to Mike and Michele's questioning look and their expressions then changed to horror.

"Not just inferi," said Moody grimly. "Freshly turned vampires too."

Harry quickly pulled out his omnioculars and focused on the handlers. They were pale, dressed immaculately and had red eyes. "Looks like the older vampires are controlling them," said Harry in a low voice. "We cannot go further or we risk exposure."

"I thought vampires couldn't stand daylight?" asked Michele confused.

"Who said that?" asked Sirius mystified. There was very little known about the vampires even in the wizarding world but what was known was the sheer strength the blood sucking creatures possessed.

Michele looked like she wanted to argue but then thought against it. Instead she began recounting every fairy tale she had heard her entire life and began making a list of the things she should expect to see in this new world and war that she found herself thrown into.

"We can't go any further," said Moody quietly. "Those vampires might sense us and we do not want to get into a fight with vampires under prepared."

Everybody silently agreed with Moody. Vampires could not be handled without proper back up.

"Is it weird that we haven't seen any wizards around yet?" asked Harry. "I would have figured at least a few of them would be overseeing the prisoners and this army."

"They must be in the castle," said Mike but he didn't sound to sure. He had decided against saying anything until his mind had processed everything abnormal about magic.

"What do we do about the prisoners?" asked Harry.

"Nothing," said Moody. "We turn back for now. If we are discovered we will be at an overwhelming disadvantage and I can bet you a thousand galleons we haven't even see a quarter of Voldemort's armies. Merlin only knows what other magical creatures he has managed to sway to his side."

Reluctantly they turned back and mounted their brooms and Harry couldn't help but notice they had hardly travelled a few miles in and they had already seen this much. A slight shiver ran down his back as he wondered what else they would come across if they explored further.

"Can anyone hear that?" asked Mike suddenly. Moody and Sirius frowned but when they strained their ears they heard it too.

"It sounds like cheering," said Harry in confusion.

Sirius refocused his omnioculars in the direction they thought the noise was coming from and looked around for a source. He kept looking and increasing the range of the omnioculars when he suddenly spotted a structure in the distance which looked like a stadium.

"Due nine 'o' clock," he said. "There seems to be a stadium there."

"Do we check it out?" asked Harry. "Seems like something big is going on."

"We better keep our distance and use the omnioculars to watch. Tom could be there and we definitely don't want to have a confrontation with him," said the scarred man.

Once again after disillusioning themselves they took to the air heading straight the stadium. A uneasy feeling began to worm its way into Harry's gut as they got closer and closer. Something big was going to happen.

"This is far enough!" shouted Moody. "Halt!"

Harry brought his broom to a screeching halt in mid air and Michele grunted as she fell forward.

"Sorry about that," he said apologetically and handed her the magical binoculars.

"So what's going on?" he asked. Even without the omnioculars he could make out hundreds of witches and wizards in the stands standing and cheering. The stadium itself looked magnificent. Four huge statues stood at each corner of the stadium each holding a different magical item. There was a fierce looking man holding a wand, a woman holding a silver staff and adjecent to her was a man wearing a hood with a scythe and lastly another woman but she was curiously wearing a tiara and there seemed to be something written on her eyes.

"It's an execution," whispered Michele and handed Harry the omnioculars.

She was right. Five acromantula were crawling around the stadium slowly surrounding two chained figures in the center of the stadium and the roar of the crowd kept increasing as the beasts came closer and closer.

The two figures were armed with their wands and were firing a plethora of weak spells at the oncoming giant spiders but it was of no use. The giant man eating spiders kept advancing on them and when Harry got a look at the faces of the figures his heart came to a stand still.

It was Blaise and Draco.

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Beauxbatons

Lillian was exhausted.

The fire elemental had spent the last couple of hours helping the newly rescued muggles settle into their camp which seemed to grow larger and larger as the days went by. She had several responsibilities and one of them was to keep the refuges warm. The fire elemental was finding it hard pressed to resist the urge to throw a ball of fire at her dad for making her do this instead of letting her use her talents elsewhere.

She would spend a part of her day comforting traumatized children and helping them understand why this was happening to them. It wasn't like she hated what she was doing and she really felt terrible for the children that had to go through this. It was just that she hated the feeling of being considered useless when she clearly wasn't.

Another one of her jobs was to maintain the peace in the camp. When the muggles had gotten over their trauma there had been a lot of anger towards the magical folk and there were instances of violence breaking out between the two kinds of humans. Her job was to contain such situations and all she had to do was appear there bouncing fire balls in her palms with a dangerous look in her eye. She was the perfect image of an ill tempered pyromaniac teenager and after a demonstration of her powers the anger had evaporated quite fast. Of course that had been quite a few months ago and now she was known as the fire girl who could keep them warm during the cold. Secretly she had been most disappointed that the muggles and witches were now getting along with each other.

Right now she was in the wash room of the school washing her face after distributing blankets and conjuring fires for the families out in the fields and she was absolutely spent.

She scowled when a group of giggling school girls entered the wash room chattering away in French. God, how she wanted to just set them on fire and show them the meaning of pain.

Huffing she left the room and went to find Hermione. She hated being in the presence of those bimbo's for more than a few seconds. What made her blood boil was their superiority complex and the fact that their lives pretty much revolved around cute guys and expensive clothes.

The whole school had such an air of wealth and luxury that it made her sick to her stomach. She walked another group of students and a few girls who noticed her turned their noses up after looking at her attire. Lillian growled and they squeaked and hurried past her.

A few days back she had gotten into big trouble for smashing a boys nose who had hit on her and then called her insulted her when she told him to bugger off. Her dad had been proud of her but the rest of the adults and reprimanded her for unnecessarily picked a fight and had asked her to apologize. She told them to bugger off too.

"Mary!" exclaimed Ron when she entered their common room of sorts. Her eyes scanned the room crowded room and found a lot of her school mates gathered around. Those who had been fortunate enough not to be in London on that day had been found and brought to Beauxbatons.

"Hey Ron," she said tiredly. "Where Hermione?"

"Library," he said with a grin. "As soon as we finished our jobs she was off."

There had been an option presented to her by her father. Either she helped Mrs Weasley and Mrs Granger in the kitchens or she could help the others by taking care of the non magical population by helping them settle in.

Every one under the age of seventeen had rather quickly chosen to help the mothers taking the easy way out but she was the only one who did not, much to their surprise. Why didn't they understand that she wanted to do something worthwhile!

"Why is she in the library?" asked Lillian bewildered.

"She studying," said Ron dryly. "She doesn't want to miss out on her education. Honestly that girl has got a few loose screws in her brain!"

When Lillian was not busy she was training her element to become stronger and stronger. She was not going to let the knowledge she had learnt with the Flamel's go to waste.

"Oh well, that's just her way of dealing with the situation I guess," said Lillian dismissively. Hermione was her friend but she felt that that girl needed to rearrange her priorities. While she was off doing her own training, Ron and many of the boys had requested Remus how to defend themselves and Hermione was the only one who wanted to continue studying.

What good was being knowledgeable when faced with immeasurable fire power, she thought with a scoff. They would be crushed is what would happen, but many of the order members felt it was a good thing. Hermione had become their researcher of sorts and she was loving it.

A burst of giggling came from the fireplace and Lillian scowled. Lavender and Parvati were enjoying living in the school. The attention they got from the boys was like a dream come true and it was the same for many of the boys too. There were more than twice the number of girls here as compared to Hogwarts and almost all of them had a jaw dropping quality about them.

"Mary," called out Ron hesitantly. "Are you alright?"

"No I'm not bloody alright," she said irritably and then stormed out of the room. She needed to let out some steam.

Huh," muttered Ron and turned back to his Irish friend. "Checkmate!"

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Magical London

The temperature in the air dropped and Sirius looked at Harry warningly. "It's suicide Harry. There's hundreds of capable wizards there and not to mention the dark lord himself. What we need to do is get the hell away from here!"

Moody had spotted the dark lord surrounded by a group of his top lieutenant's in the VIP stand and immediately he had calle for their return to base but Harry hadn't moved.

"Harry!" hissed Sirius, "Are you listening!"

"They are my friends," said Harry quietly, "And imagine the intel Draco could have about the enemy. Moody, make me a portkey to the River. The rest of you go and find some muggles to rescue. Save as many as you can and I'll meet you at the River."

The acromantula were closing in.

Harry quickly removed the disillusionment charm on himself and with a small wave of his wand he turned his hair colour to dirty blonde and eyes to blue. Another flick of his wand and Michele was transferred from his broom to Moody's with a gasp of fear from the woman her sudden involuntary moment hundreds of feet above the ground.

Moody knew there was no stopping the boy and even though every fibre of his body was screaming at him to stop Harry he didn't. He removed a long rope from his bag, turned it into a portkey after focusing on the location it needed to go to and handed it to Harry.

"Let's go," he barked and they turned back while Harry angled his broom towards the stadium and accelerated.

Suddenly the situation had become intense and with hardened hearts they left Harry praying for his safety. Sirius had tears in his eyes but even he knew there was nothing he could do but focus on his task. His hands gripped the broom tightly as they flew towards the closest camp of the muggle prisoners.

Inside the stadium the crowd roared as one of the boys fell to the ground as one of the massive pincers grazed his shoulder. The emperor on the other hand just looked on with a cruel smile on his face as he controlled the movements of the acromantula. It wouldn't be entertainment if the show was over too fast would it. To his left sat Lucius Malfoy who looked on with a sense of detachment and his wife had tears streaming down her face. Why did Draco have to defy the emperor, was the thought running through their minds. When had their son developed a moral index worthy of a Gryffindor!

To Voldemort's right sat a deadly ally; The king of the vampires who was simply called The Count and he sat looking on with amusement. The vampires had allied with Voldemort only because he managed to conquer an entire country. The other reason was the elder vampires were bored and joining Voldemort sounded like a good idea. Suddenly the ancient vampire frowned as he felt something he hadn't felt for centuries.

The presence of an elemental.

The ground shuddered violently as five massive hammers made of ice slammed into the acromantula and a figure riding a broom landed between the two boys.

Silence engulfed the stadium and The Count narrowed his eyes thinking why wasn't he made aware of an elemental being born into the world once more. How had the thing stayed hidden from his sight!

All such thoughts vanished from his mind when the blocks of ice began to rotate, gaining speed before they exploded with a boom outwards sending millions of shards into the crowd and towards them.

Beside him the emperors wand blurred and a shield enveloped the entire stadium protecting them. The sheer amount of power that Voldemort wielded amazed him once more.

When the barrage of ice stopped and the mist formed cleared the elemental and the two prisoners had vanished. The Count turned towards Voldemort and found the man's eyes to be contemplative.

"Can you find them?" he asked quietly ignoring the muttering that had broken out among the crowd. Behind him the two Malfoy's were staring at the spot their son had just vanished with mixed feelings. Fear, if the emperor going to punish them and joy for their son had escaped with his life intact!

The Vampire king turned to his aide and looked at him questioningly.

"We have their scent sire. We can try to catch it and find them."

"Find them but do not kill them," said Voldemort. "If you can capture them otherwise let them escape."

The vampire nodded and immediately blurred out of sight.

"Let them escape?" asked The Count curiously. What was the emperor thinking?

"They obviously found a way through my barrier and if they escape we can lay a trap for them the next time they infiltrate us. ," he said with a dark smile. "That person who just rescued those insignificant specks of dirt was the silver eyed demon as my followers call him."

"He is an elemental," said vampire. "You can leave him to us to find and kill."

"I want him alive," said Voldemort calmly. "His power is too rare to send to the afterlife and I want it."

The Count bowed, "Leave it to us," he said and with a swish of his cloak he left. They now had an elemental to find.