Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, objects, words, or anything else that comes from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series as well as anything from the Star Wars franchise now owned by Disney.

Warning: This story will contain scenes of violence, bad language, and maybe other themes that some audiences may find unsuitable. You have been advised.

'Mind Link Language'

"Regular Language"

"Communication Through the Mind, Communicator, or Parseltongue/Draconian"

'Thought or Spell'

The Grey Army

The streets of Diagon Alley still swarmed with waves and waves of people, despite the emergence of war two nights ago. A certain chill, however, seemed to reside within the residents, workers, and customers, and a gloom hovered over the crowd, which seemed to slow it to a standstill, even though the people probably were moving at the same pace as normal.

Pasted on walls of shops along both sides of the alley, posters hung, attempting to perpetuate Ministry propaganda in one of Dumbledore's attempts to protect his newest employers.

WANTED: Harry and Daphne Hogwarts Peverell Potter Black as well as any others seen wearing grey robes.

BEWARE! Any being spotted wearing grey robes is liable to be apprehended for questioning by the DMLE. You are liable as to being labeled a traitor to the entire Ministry as well as all of Magical Britain. If you spot any person wearing such a robe, please refrain from attempting to detain them and report the location of the person to the DMLE immediately.

It was more than the November wind chilling the crowd.

"Look at this. Not giving their own people some of the most basic of liberties instituted within their own constitution." A man in a black cloak said, as he tore down a poster with the Minister's face on it, reading Stop the Chaos! Around the man, several other hooded figures in black or brown robes ensured that no passersby could hear or see what was transpiring.

"He's promoting chaos in response to his definition of 'chaos." The man shook his head before leaving the spot with his friends close behind him, as they headed for a dark side alley. Behind him, the poster was left, scrunched into the sidewalk by the man's foot.

As they approached, a nearby auror was alarmed by the sight of a group with so many hidden faces.

"Ay. What are you lot trying to do? Lower your hoods." The fat bellied man said, drawing his wand and pointing it lazily at the man, who had torn down the poster.

The group remained silent.

"Oh, I see. Fancying a stroll to the DMLE apparently." The pig started slowly walking forward to lower the hood on the first figure. "Well, good. I need to get a start on my new quota for-"

As soon as the man was within arm's reach, the entire group moved as if it were one living being.

The leader pushed back the man's wand arm with his left hand while covering the auror's mouth with his right. One figure approached from his left, seizing the wand from the man's loose grasp and beginning to drag the man back as, the person kept moving forward along with the rest of the group. Another figure held onto the auror's left arm while the rest of the group quickly and silently followed along this movement, preventing any witnesses.

They moved within five seconds into the depths of the dark side alley, hidden from the public.

Harry probed the man's mind quickly before recoiling in disgust barely a millimeter before the killing curse erupted from Harry's left hand before silently rocketing into the fat auror's body without a word from Harry.

"I take it, he was as good at treating people as he was at treating his health?" Blaise asked before kicking the bastard.

Harry merely nodded. "That's not what is important, though, right now. Let's get moving. We have a mission to accomplish."

Harry's squad nodded before forming up behind him in a single file row as they ascended to the rooftops. There, they formed into the shadows and dashed quickly to the top of a building a hundred meters away.

"Take positions. Anthony, snipe. Blaise, cover him. Seamus, Jacob, you're with me on assault."

Three black robed figures drew near to Diagon Alley. They armed themselves with their wands as they rounded the corner out of a dark side street and onto the main alley.

Suddenly, people noticed their silver masks and began screaming and fleeing in terror.

In response, the Death Eaters shouted madly before starting their attack. More and more appeared in three-man teams throughout Diagon Alley.

This first group marked the sky with their lord's mark, presenting the world with the announcement of the real return of Voldemort.

As the snake twisted in and out of the skull, it was interrupted by the image burning out of existence, replaced by the angel of the Grey Order.

Every Death Eater and civilian looked up to gaze upon this twist when a group of Death Eaters near the first group fell to the ground, the swords that impaled them leaving their bloody marks.

"Big mistake." Harry calmly spoke. His voice echoed down the Alley as every person stared at him silently.

Just as time seemed to freeze in place, the calm was torn apart as Anthony's first round decapitated a Death Eater.

As the Death Eaters began to react to this, a minigun riddled a team of Death Eaters with magically explosive bullets.

Just before the silver masked figures could react, Harry, Seamus, and Jacob withdrew their pistols and began their deadly dance.

Shields blocked incoming spells, rolls prevented damage, bullets, spells, and swords killed their enemies. The Death Eaters tried to hit the three or even flee, but this trio could not be stopped and would not be avoided. As the Grey Army demonstrated their might against Voldemort's men, warrior goblins poured out onto the street, engaging these wizards and witches as well.

As the last axe was lodged into the last Death Eater, the army cheered while the Grey Warriors smiled and nodded their heads in appreciation of their allies.

"I can get used to this." Seamus whispered to his comrades, as they oversaw the Alley filled with goblins cheer on their combined victory.

"I believe all of us could, but do not come to expect this. We can not grow complacent in our assuredness. We must recognize always that victory is not guaranteed and must fight for it. Overconfidence is as much a weakness as no confidence at all." Harry's words pierced the feel celebratory feelings of his friends but provided wisdom and clarity amongst chaos.

"Sharpfang!" Harry called, attracting the attention of his goblin friend.

The tall goblin perked up at hearing this, turned to try and discover his caller, and smiled broadly upon seeing the leader of the Grey Army.

"Milord! What an excellent battle if I say so myself! Glad to have you here. I haven't seen such devastation in many years, especially with a lack of it on my own side, might I add!" The goblin chortled.

"Yes, it is quite glorious seeing the blood of thine enemy's spilled upon the streets!" Harry smiled, roughly pulling the goblin into a one armed hug of comradery. "I'll trust in you and your brethren in keeping Diagon Alley secure from now on. Just ensure that civilians are treated fairly if you will."

"Of course, sir." Sharpfang nodded, vicious smile adorning his face. Despite a warrior, he was still a goblin and saw the benefit to a deal.

"I'll ensure that your forces are well supplied and provided whatever you need." Harry added to appease any misgivings the goblin might have had.

"Thank you, Harry."

"Of course, Sharpfang. My pleasure. Give my regards to Ragnok, and I will see you soon." Harry nodded to his team, who nodded back before the five turned around and walked through the crowd of goblins, disappearing into the shadows.

The five reappeared at Hogwarts in the clocktower courtyard, where troops were rushing around, performing various tasks.

"Sirs!" Major Osborne saluted. "Welcome back. We are already receiving the reports on the Voldemort's thwarted attempt at terrorizing the citizens of Diagon Alley. Lieutenant Colonel West wished to speak with the five of you once you arrived. He's waiting for you from the overlook in the clocktower." Osborne directed his gaze up above them to the lieutenant colonel's direction.

"Thank you, Major. If you wouldn't mind, please inform West that we will be waiting for him at the centaur camp." Without any further indications, the five melded back in the shadows.

"I know you don't like him, Harry, but why do you have us waiting here of all places?" Seamus asked.

"It is rather peculiar, Harry." Anthony added.

"Because…" Harry drifted off for a moment as he turned and started walking towards one of the vehicle depots. "He needs to see something, and I am tired of him interpreting my orders as suggestions.

"Oh." Blaise replied in realization for his teammates.

Minutes later, Lieutenant Colonel Preston West entered through the looming mechanical doors of the vehicle depot housing several tanks and light reconnaissance craft. He passed by several vehicles, looking around the depot for five of the deadliest warriors in the world.

"Generals, where are you?" He shouted out into the depot, starting to lose his nerve.

A tank cannon silently came to life and less quietly turned its cannon to face West. Looking around, the commissioned officer spotted this and faced the turret, paralyzed in fear.

In a burst of fire, a shell launched from the cannon straight at the officer. Cowering in fear, West found himself completely unharmed. He looked beside around and saw one half of the shell on each side of his body, imbedded deep in the floor.

"That, Lieutenant Colonel, is why you should remember your place and the capabilities of my warriors and I, as well as my orders." Harry spoke from behind the confused American. "You have confused my suggestions with orders; if it had not been for your mistake, you would never have heard the tank move in the slightest, an advantage held precious to the Grey Order that we have used to win countless victories throughout history."

West's demeanour, already cowed, shrank even further into a shaken mess as he stood in front of the teenaged warrior.

"Do we have an understanding, Lieutenant Colonel West?" Harry asked firmly through gritted teeth. West's glazed eyes looked around in confusion, uncomprehending the words.

"I asked if we had an understanding, West." The head general reaffirmed loudly and with a growl.

"Sir, yes, sir!" The lieutenant colonel straightened up and saluted much like in his days at bootcamp.

"Good. I will expect this problem not to appear again." Harry paused. "Dismissed!"

As West practically ran away with his tail in between his legs, the others of first squad emerged from the shadows.

"You think he will cause any more problems?" Jacob asked, crossing his arms.

"Oh, definitely. He might have been smart enough to act right after a bit of a beating, but the bloke isn't smart enough to keep it with him." Seamus replied, grinning. "As much as it's sad in a way, at least it means we can have some more fun with the lieutenant colonel."

"You know, your girlfriend might kill you for having too much fun." Blaise commented.

"If Susan wasn't around, he would have gotten into much more trouble a long time ago; that's for sure." Anthony agreed.

"Oi! Trouble finds me. Not my fault I've had to get used to it." Seamus's face started to redden up.

"That doesn't mean you should actively seek it out. Besides, having someone provide you with a little balance isn't bad at all. I say that from experience." Harry wrapped an arm around his Irish friend.

"I suppose you're right. At least we've got significant others in our lives at least, eh?" Seamus turned the table against the other three.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Where's Susan when you need her?"

"What do you mean the act failed?!" Voldemort stood from his throne, snarling at his underlings.

"My lord, from what some of our disguised members were able to discover, it seems that this Grey Army has an incredible response time to threats or was waiting for an assault on Diagon Alley. They also were heavily reinforced by the goblin army from Gringotts, as well. They must have allied them to their cause some time ago if the goblins had their army ready." A man cloaked in dark robes and a silver mask informed the dark lord.

Voldemort stepped over the man's dead body as Nagini fed on his old servant. Looking around the room, scanning each member present, the Dark Lord's face grew tighter and angry.

"Do not think that this defeat means we are at any disadvantage! We will crush them like all others! Just like the Ministry they will fall! Now, go! I want strategies to demolish these grey soldiers and give us back our power!"

Hurrying out with the rest of the inner circle, three parted from the others and entered an abandoned office in the mansion.

Removing his mask, Severus shook his head, "He doesn't know what to do after being confronted by a force able to oppose him. I forget how weak this nation's people can be at times. For once being some of the strongest, Britain sure has let itself go in its arrogance."

Bellatrix nodded, "He can't even empower his members well… he's nothing like our Harry."

"No. He uses fear to align his troops, but when he is started to prove weak, his followers start to falter." Lucius Malfoy added.

"It is only a matter of time. If they weren't so wild and vicious, they would be just as easy as the Ministry." The three shook their heads at Severus's words, trying to force out their dark memories of their acts and what each had witnessed.

"Has Harry mentioned any plans he's devised to banish the two, by the way?" Bellatrix inquired out of curiosity and to change the subject.

"He has an idea that he's working on. From what he's told me, it needs some fine tuning, but, hopefully, it, as well as the light and dark, will be finished." Severus grinned, sparking grins from his fellow spies.

The entire British Grey Army stood with the some of their most trusted American officers around a large map of the British isles.

"What's the next target, sir?" Osborne inquired leaning over the map.

"Not going to ask about the overall plan, Major?" Harry chuckled.

"I figure you'll tell us that when the time is right." Osborne grinned back.

"Very good, my friend. Right now, there is a plan in the works, but I do need to work on it some more. For now, the mission is simple. We need to start disrupting the Ministry as well as Voldemort's supply lines. Thanks to our spies in each, we have a pretty thorough understanding of them."

"What about the magical cities?" Justin asked. "Shouldn't we start trying to take them?"

"No. We can't… yet." Hermione answered. "Unfortunately, we can't liberate them without appearing as conquerors. We got lucky with Voldemort attacking Diagon Alley. It appears to the public that we saved them, but we can't just 'save' every city in the same way before Voldemort appears."

"Exactly, Hermione." Harry nodded. "We can't expect the public to treat us for what we are at this point. We need to sway public opinion to our side before that occurs. To accomplish that, we need to push both sides to the point of desperation where they try to make a move on the cities. Voldemort probably won't try the same thing on another magical city like he did Diagon, so that leaves the Ministry to push first. If they start enforcing a stronger military presence in even one due to desperation, then we can liberate it with some further… prodding, if you will." Harry smirked.

"What if they don't?" West questioned.

"Then I have vastly underestimated our opponents and have misjudged their characteristics. Voldemort will keep trying to enhance his forces by instilling fear over Great Britain. The only way to do that for him is to assault the people; that is all he knows. Then the Ministry is commanded by snivelling cowards who I can scarcely imagine will take our ownership of Hogwarts as well as now Diagon Alley lightly. They were never prepared for a war, so I am sure they will follow either their own novice strategies or more well known ones. Either way, both only have certain ways to react. All we need to do is push them towards the edge to ensure we won't have to wait too long."

"Holy shit." Neville commended.

"You act like you've done this before." Draco commented.

Harry grew solemn.

"That's because I have a couple times already. Never on such a large scale with such… major opponents, but I have done this before."

Everyone, excluding Daphne, looked at him questioningly, but Astoria was the first to speak.

"How…?"

"I'd rather not fully disclose it, but let's say that the Elders wanted me to have some field experience leading an army against others and that there are some wars that few besides the participants know." Harry looked down, remembering his past.

"Now, to accomplish this mission, we are going to need to assault each of our opponents' supplies from the shadows or shut down their pathways to their targets." Daphne diverted attention away from the subject.

As Daphne started to explain this point in Harry's plan further, the Grey Warriors quietly talked amongst each other.

"How much do we really know about what Harry's accomplished before Hogwarts?"

"What about his solo missions?"

"What exactly has he gone through?"

"As hard as we've trained to get where we are, what has been done to shape him into such a force to be reckoned with?"

"I can't imagine the life he's had to lead."

"I think none of us besides Daphne can do anything but really scratch the surface."

"No wonder friends were such a new thing to him."

"Now, is there any questions?" Daphne asked the group.

"No, Daphne!" Everyone shouted. While they had been discussing their leader, they still were able to pay attention.

"Good! Dismissed! We move in at 2000 hours,"

Harry, without saying a word this entire time, silently walked out of the classroom turned strategy room. Unfortunately, he couldn't escape his fellow Grey Warriors.

"Don't even try it, Harry." Susan crossed her arms.

"We need to have a word with you." Seamus backed her up.

"We saw how you reacted in there," Fred began, "and we didn't like it." George finished.

"We know you're a killer and have done some atrocious things." Michael added.

"That doesn't mean, though, we fear you." Anthony looked Harry dead in his eyes.

"You're our leader."

"We trust you, to the ends of the Earth even."

"Hell, I'd follow you into Hell itself, mate, if I knew you were with me." Draco wrapped an arm around his one day brother-in-law.

"So snap out of it!" Blaise yelled.

"Before we have to prank you." A few threatened.

Harry smiled.

"You could try."

"There he is." Ernie laughed.

"Thank you guys. Seriously… thank you…" Harry paused. "Looking back at my past and really thinking some things through, I am not totally proud of some things I've done… the Elders made me a pawn for some of their own agendas, you know?"

"Hey, don't sweat it." Neville replied. "You can't change the past, but now you are your own man, and you can change the world for the better, right?"

Again, Harry grinned. "Right. Now go get ready to load up. We need to start enacting some changes for good."

"Sir, yes, sir!" everyone joked before melding into the shadows.

Daphne chuckled. "When are you going to learn that you are no longer alone as you once were?"

"Hopefully, I just did, and if I didn't, hopefully, soon."

"You're impossible."

"Could you ever expect otherwise?"

At 2000 hours, Hogwarts was a flurry of activity, as helicopter after helicopter departed from the base. Each one's blades and engines were silenced for this mission so the Grey's prey would have no idea they were en route. After passing through the Hogwarts' wards, each disappeared under invisibility charms, but if they could have been seen, they would have disappeared anyways into streaks of motion.

"All units good to go?" Harry spoke over the radio.

A round of "affirmatives" echoed back.

"Good. Keep to your objectives, and this should be done and over with easy. I want this done as quickly and cleanly as possible. The sooner we are out of dodge, the better."

Ministry officials on broomsticks heading from the north of Ireland to London monitored the skies on watch for any disruptions from delivering their cargo. Suddenly, a burst of fire and bullets started spraying out from in front of them, knocking down the auror on point. As he fell, the other nine started to dive down to avoid it by going close to the surface.

Out of nowhere though, Harry along with his first squad appeared, standing in the inside of a helicopter with the heli still invisible, confusing the hell out of the wizards. One was so caught off guard, he flew inside, but thankfully was halted from going any further by a shield so as to not destroy the entire aircraft.

Jacob on a minigun managed to down another three, who Blaise and Seamus dived to ensure their deaths as well as to investigate.

"Get on the others!" Harry shouted to the pilot.

"What the bloody hell is that!" An auror shouted to their leader as they raced right above a forest treetop.

"Fuck, if I know, but we need to get out of here! Keep going! Don't let it catch you!"

Suddenly, however, their five man v formation was broken up by Jacob and Anthony repelling down onto the outer two, dragging them down into the forest while the former shot his target and the latter stabbed his.

"Where did they go?" The lead auror asked, as the group had missed the two Warriors.

"I would be more concerned about yourself." Harry whispered into the aurors ear in response. In the second since the question was asked, the other two aurors were gone as well.

"How-" The auror was interrupted by a piercing spell into his heart.

"Sorry. I'm not much of one for answering my enemies' questions." Harry chuckled as he steered the broom down into the trees while hanging onto the dead man.

Two days later, The Daily Prophet's headlines infuriated the Minister, as they contained the sensitive information his troops were carrying before they died. Some were his poor plans for the war while others tore down him as the Minister of Magic with examples of his embezzling and corruption.

The Grey Army hadn't believed their luck when they found the documents but were quite thankful for the opening.

"One piece at a time, we will tear the Ministry apart." Harry grinned.

AN: Hey everyone. I'm back, and I feel more empowered than ever. I know it has been a long time, but unfortunately, I have been suffering from depression and forgot how much writing helps. To say the least, I feel a fire burning inside. No, I'm not over it, but that doesn't mean I'm going anywhere ever again. I'll finish my stories or die, whichever comes first. Never forget: Occidere Prima Vel Occidi!