A/N: This Hayward ballad, which exudes powerfully raw emotion as well as anything in the Moodies' catalog, is one of several late 60s recordings collected on the 1987 album Prelude, but was originally released as a bonus track to a live album a decade earlier. I confess that this chapter would not exist except for this song.

Ch 19 in which Harry picks up the pieces…

– 19 –
What Am I Doing Here

What can be done, you won't believe
Listen and you may see
Everyone's dream is deep within
Find it and you'll be free
What am I doin' here?
What am I doin' here?

Tenderly bury the fair young dead
Place a wooden cross at his head
All the words you can say have been said
It's for you my tears are shed

- The Moody Blues

o o
o

"Departure in five!" yelled Head Auror Gawain Robards. Three teams of ten each held onto long ropes that activated as a portkey on Robards' command. One team arrived two hundred yards behind the Hogwarts Express, hidden in trees just off the tracks. The destruction at the end of the train was immediately obvious.

The rear squad leader reported into his comm badge. "Sir, we have a confirmed body in the last carriage. There are life signatures aboard the train, too many to get an accurate fix, but well over a hundred, closer to two. Assumption is those are the students."

"Merlin, how are they still alive?" murmured another Auror, looking at the smoking ruin before them.

The other two teams were forward of the Hogwarts Express and flanked each side, moving cautiously noting the ominously quiet engine that would normally be spewing smoke and steam.

"Magical traces everywhere, sir. Powerful immobilizing enchantments in those boulders on either side, portkey signatures, wanded spells and curses by the hundreds, you name it. And we have fresh partial human remains, both here and along that side of the carriages."

"Bloody hell, what a mess… We need to locate our men, see what condition the kids are in, and if any threats remain."

Robards stepped around a fifteen foot crater next to the engine and held his wand to his throat to amplify his voice. "Sonorus. Ministry Aurors have surrounded the train. If you need assistance, send out red sparks."

There, second carriage back, was the signal, then another, and a moment later, over a dozen from various points along the train.

A battered man wearing what used to be Auror robes hobbled to the door.

"Sir, Thompson here. We suffered heavy casualties in a Death Eater raid - we need multiple triage units from St. Mungo's here asap."

"How many were aboard?"

"One hundred eighty-three students boarded at Hogsmeade; we're working on a current headcount. We have three known deceased and reports of at least one being kidnapped. The engineer is still up there - he's injured but stable, and the trolley concessions lady has light injuries, mostly from flying glass I believe."

"Judging from the scene, I'm surprised it's not worse. Where are the attackers?"

"They just left, sir. The students thought you were taking them out from behind, but it was so chaotic, it was impossible to tell. Unseen counter-attackers blew that hole in the ground - and the three that had us pinned down were suddenly no longer there. There must have been quite a few of them, because Death Eaters were taken out on both sides of the train and in the air - all in very short order. But their enchantments were good enough that we never saw any of them."

"Where are Johnson and Reeves?"

"Johnson's inside, took a number of curses and the students are doing what they can for him. Reeves was at the rear of the train, and… I don't know, sir, they got hit pretty hard back there from what I could see in the engine."

Robards gave a knowing look to his squad leader, then began barking orders.

"Ricketts, take Thompson here to Mungo's and tell them we need every hand they've got up here immediately. Squad Alpha, see what you can do for the students until the healers arrive. Squad Beta, secure the scene; document and bag every bit of human tissue, record every bit of discernable magic expended here and the source if possible. Squad Charlie, stand ready for followup attacks."

As the Aurors rushed off to their assignments, one man in a bowler hat approached the train more slowly and climbed aboard carefully, hampered by his wooden leg. Mad-Eye Moody stepped carefully through the crowded aisle, until he found one of the students who might give some kind of realistic report of what chaos had transpired.

"Granger," he said to the girl, now a young adult. "Are you badly hurt?"

Her bushy hair whirled about to face him. "Mr. Moody! Thank God you're here! I'm okay, I took care of my worst wounds already."

"Can we talk for a moment? I need your view on what happened here."

"Oh! Certainly," Hermione said, trying to calm herself. "When we noticed there was no one from Slytherin house aboard the train, we decided to take defensive measures in case we were attacked, and it was a very good thing, but it came so fast, so intense, and we were losing ground as we were all getting hurt… and less of us were able to keep fighting…"

"It's all right, lass, take your time."

"We were barely holding them off, until a strange cutting spell came from the rear, and it tore through their ranks… it severed all their legs, sir, and I guess that sent them out of the fight, and I've never seen anything like it - it was just as powerful at the end -"

"Interesting. What happened next?"

"I couldn't see much of what followed. There was an explosion, a loud gonging sound for a second, an extremely bright flash and lots of yelling, then the Death Eaters on the other side disappeared, but not all at once. I heard some fighting toward the rear, and then it was over. We had no idea how, but we're very thankful for the Aurors or whoever it was that fought them off out there."

"Right you are, lass. How long did all this take, in your estimation?"

She paused, then gave him a steely reply. "It was the worst four and a half minutes of my life, and that's saying something. There's one thing though…" She sniffled.

"What's that?"

"It's the first time we've ever fought without Harry."

o o o

Mad-Eye interviewed several others as he gradually worked his way through the train. The details varied but the students all agreed - the counter-attackers kept the skirmish from becoming a massacre.

One disturbing thought was how witnesses described the abduction of the Lovegood girl - the wall blasted away in her specific compartment and apparent summoning charms that sent her flying to a Death Eater who left right away - all indicated that she was targeted, for what purpose he could only guess, and none of his guesses led to a happy ending for the poor lass.

"Professor Moody?"

Mad-Eye turned away from the gaping hole. "I was never your professor - Longbottom, isn't it?"

"Yes sir," Neville said. "I need to pass along a message. From Harry."

"You've heard from him then?"

"He was here, sir. He probably doesn't want it bandied about, but he was fighting the Death Eaters outside. I'm not sure, but I think it was just him. He was under his cloak, so we didn't see him until it was all over. Anyway, he wanted you to come find him tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, you say?"

"He apparated away with Ginny Weasley. She wasn't hurt as bad as some, but she saw…" He pointed at the hole where Luna Lovegood had flown out. "She wanted to go home, and Harry said he wasn't supposed to be here either."

Mad-Eye rubbed his chin. "He's right about that. Thanks for letting me know. I'll tell the Aurors to expect one off on their headcount."

o o o

"You're walking a fine line, lad," Mad-Eye said the next morning as he followed the Boy Who Saved the Express down the steps to the kitchen in Grimmauld Place. "The DMLE will have no trouble sorting your spells from the others as they go through the evidence. Yours were unique, cast by an underage wizard, and it's a simple matter to check the magical signature of someone who apparates."

Mad-Eye studied the young man as he slumped into a chair. "You alright, lad? You look like a herd of hippogriffs danced on your bed last night."

Harry snorted. "Not far from the truth. Voldemort's mad as hell, and I've been having trouble shutting him out."

"Considering the damage you did to his forces, I can understand that. Congratulations, by the way. I can't wait to see that memory. Five dozen trained killers out in less than a minute…"

"While one of my friends has been taken who-knows-where, and several have died! Not to mention that I have no idea if I killed any Death Eaters or not."

"They're being quiet about that. The Prophet only says that they left after a few minutes of 'harassment' of the students. It's a war of propaganda as well."

"In other words, no reporter actually saw the carnage, so the public has no idea how bad it was."

"Not that I am aware. Yet the Ministry is beside themselves; Scrimgeour knows the truth and is salivating to have you on staff while the ones able to attend the Wizengamot are terrified of more vigilantes running wild."

"Even if their own kids' survival depended on it?" huffed Harry.

Mad-Eye shook his head. "No one ever accused wizards of having common sense."

"No, I reckon not."

The retired Auror reached for Harry's shoulder. "Lad, it won't be long until everyone knows you at least had a part in that fracas, and the Death Eaters will be out for your blood. We've got ears to the ground, but you already know that we miss a lot. I can't tell you enough -"

"Constant vigilance, I know. Look, my friend Luna was taken and I need to find her and get her back home, and I plan on doing whatever it takes. You know I can handle a few Death Eaters -"

"Only because you had the drop on them! You only have the advantage when you can get in, hit them, and get out before they fight back. Don't kid yourself that you could take on several determined fighters on an equal footing."

"I can't sit here and do nothing!"

"Obviously I can't order you to do anything. But you have to be extremely careful; remember you still have the trace."

Mad-Eye surveyed the young wizard who continued to stare back defiantly, as if even that no longer mattered.

Finally, Harry's shoulders slumped. "One of my housemates was killed yesterday and I want to pay my respects to the family. His little brother is another Gryffindor and I know they must be devastated over this."

"Muggle-born, right? I'll look into it, but Lupin will be going with you."

Harry nodded. "I reckon he knows his way around a muggle church."

He sat quietly for a moment. "They said no Slytherins got on the train. That tells me they knew something was up. I want to know what Snape has to say about all this."

Mad-Eye nodded. "Good reasoning. I haven't had a chance to get back to Hogwarts, but I'm curious myself."

"And I need to talk to McGonagall about my status next term."

"Aye, that you do. I suggest a floo call. Also, you need to pay the Weasleys a visit. They returned from King's Cross wanting to nurse their little girl and only found a note."

Harry shrugged. "No one was there and she needed blood replenishers, which I didn't have. I took her to her Great Aunt Muriel's and waited until she calmed down. She was going to floo home from there. But, yeah, I was hoping to spend at least part of break with them anyway."

"Consider letting them stay here. They're targets too."

o o o

"Harry James Potter!"

Harry had just barely stepped out of the Burrow's floo when he found himself in the smothering arms of Molly Weasley. He could see Ron and Ginny at the kitchen table smirking at his discomfort.

"You poor boy - all that mess with Professor Dumbledore and stuck at headquarters by yourself - you should have come here!"

"Hi, Mrs. Weasley…"

"And thank you so much for bringing our Ginny back to us after that horrible, horrible attack! I hate to think if you had been on the train as well!"

Harry hated to think about that possibility as well; he probably would not have been able to get away with his surprise attack on the Death Eaters.

"It's all right," he choked out, "I was happy to help…"

She finally held him at arms' length and looked him up and down. "And still not eating enough, I imagine. Sit yourself down while I finish up dinner. Arthur should be home soon."

Finally free, Harry shuffled to the table and sat next to Ginny, facing Ron, who looked like he was about to explode.

"Go ahead, mate, don't kill yourself on my account."

Ron let go a guffaw. "Sorry, mate, but the look on your face…"

"Always good entertainment," snickered Ginny, sneaking her hand into Harry's.

Harry looked sideways at her, squeezing her hand under the table. "You too? I swear, it must be a Weasley conspiracy."

"Yep," she grinned, unrepentant, then became more serious. "Are you doing alright? Mum said you wanted to go to Colin's funeral. She reckons we can join you if Remus takes all of us."

"All of us?"

"Hermione wants to come too," Ron added. "And you might as well prepare yourself for the inquisition…"

"You guys talked to Neville, I reckon?"

"Yeah, she nearly broke down when she found you were… you know… Was it really just you?" Ron finished in a whisper.

"Yeah, I only did what I had to, you know."

"As only you probably could," sighed Ginny.

"And there's still that other thing -"

"Harry, Luna's kidnapping is not your fault," Ginny admonished.

"You don't know that," Harry protested. "We went to Slughorn's party together - for some people that's as good as dating. She also went to the Ministry with us! So despite what you say, she's associated with me, and Tom is probably looking for a way to bring me out."

"That means we're all targets, Harry."

"Yes, but you're here and safe. She's not and I can't help but feel responsible for that. I'm going to do what I can to find her."

o o o

It was after midnight, and the Burrow was quiet as all occupants were in their beds asleep, except for two teenagers who were wrapped so tightly around each other on the lounge settee that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

Ginny and Harry finally separated enough to breathe when air became a necessity. Ginny nuzzled into Harry's neck.

"Does it matter I'm bothered we can't tell Mum and Dad about us?" she whispered, tickling his ear.

Harry squirmed in response. "I reckon it's okay to be bothered, but we've discussed this…"

"I know," Ginny sighed. "Any knowledge beyond us is a potential leak. Auntie Muriel was adamant about that, too."

"At least your great, great aunt is sworn to secrecy, and she never sees anyone regardless."

"Advantages of being a recluse, I suppose," she said, taking a deep breath. "Harry, do you really think you can rescue Luna? I'm really worried about her."

"I know, I am too. If I'm right that Tom is using her as a bargaining chip, they won't kill her at least. When I get to Hogwarts I'm going to find out what Snape knows. I've got to find out where she is first."

Ginny shuddered. "Good luck with that." She remained pensive for a long moment.

"Harry, there is someone else who might know…"

o o o

"Hermione, you made it!" Ron exclaimed, wrapping her in a hug as she stepped out of the Burrow fireplace.

"It's good to see you too, Ron," she said warmly, then moved to embrace Ginny as well.

"And you, Harry," Hermione said, opening her arms. "I've missed you terribly, you know."

"One less person to bother about revising," Harry said, returning the hug with a chuckle.

"And we are going to have a very long talk, mister…"

"Sure, Hermione," Harry returned, "I'll try to answer every question you've got, but it will have to wait till after the funeral."

"I'm holding you to that, Harry." She gave them a long look. "You all dressed up nicely; I didn't know you had suitable muggle clothing for this."

"Magic, Hermione," said Ron with a grin. "Remus helped us transfigure our school robes."

"It's nice to know I'm still useful for some things," replied the old Marauder. "We need to be on our way, so if everyone would grab hold of this leather belt…"

Once the four teens were clutching the belt portkey, Remus touched it with his wand and they all felt the familiar hook behind their navels. They landed inside a walled dumpster enclosure and stepped through a metal gate onto a narrow lane surrounded by blocks of red brick two story flats. Harry knew they were somewhere in Liverpool, but all he knew about the city came from the rantings of his Uncle Vernon - "full of rock musicians, bin dippers, and football hooligans." Harry reckoned if his uncle hated it, it was probably a decent place.

"This way, everyone."

At the end of the lane they turned right and Harry could see the back of a brown brick buttressed church building at the end of the block. They walked up to a service door in the rear and Remus pressed a buzzer.

The door opened and a round-faced woman invited them in. "You must be here for the Creevey funeral. The family is gathered in the Parish Hall, right through there."

The five drifted into a scene of somber mourning, an open casket dominating the far end of the room, surrounded by several people - some weeping, others talking in hushed reverence. A familiar girl stepped out of another group at the side and approached them.

"Ginny!" whispered Demelza Robins, wrapping her arms around her Quidditch teammate. "You guys all came!"

"It was the least we could do," Ginny replied, rubbing her back. "How are you holding up?"

"I don't know…" she sobbed. "We just started going out… and then he's gone, and to know he saved my life…"

While the girls were comforting each other, a man favoring Demelza sidled up to Harry.

"Mr. Potter, is it?" he said quietly. "I'm Stanley Robins, Demelza's father. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Harry shook the offered hand. "Likewise, sir. It's been nice getting to know your daughter. Demelza has been a real asset to the team at school."

"Yes, she can't stop talking about how much fun it's been, and I thank you for that. However," he added in a lower voice, "We can't help but be concerned about the reports we've heard - this attack on the Hogwarts Express in particular. What is being done? You've been touted as some kind of savior, but that business with the headmaster -"

"Sir, I'm not sure what all you've heard, but the death of the headmaster was an accident - a strange series of sad events, but also - make no mistake - we are at war with a group of blood-thirsty extremists. I am a target of theirs, which forces me to be involved, but I'm still in school and I'm just one guy. To defeat these thugs, we're going to need everyone's cooperation, not necessarily fighting them directly, but standing against their ideology and protecting those around you from harm."

"Thank you, Mr. Potter, we can defend ourselves, but we worry about Demelza alone at school."

"She's not alone, sir. What Colin did for her on the train - others would do the same."

He stared back, alarmed. "To think that would even be necessary…"

"As I said sir, we are at war. If we don't stand together, we all lose."

Mr. Robins nodded thoughtfully. "Well said, young man, thank you again for your time."

Harry decided to move ahead to where a young body lay in a simple wooden box. Colin looked even smaller than he had at school, and Harry thought back to when his petrified body was brought into the hospital wing after he was attacked by the basilisk, only saved by the fact he was looking at it through his camera.

"Hey, Harry, thanks for coming."

Harry turned to greet the younger version of Colin, his little brother Dennis.

"I put his gold D.A. coin in his pocket," he continued, "but Mum and Da wouldn't let him hold his wand - too many questions, they said. Harry, don't you think a wizard should be buried holding his wand properly?"

Harry blinked back the forming tears. "Yeah, Dennis, I reckon he should. Where is it?"

"It's here, tucked in behind his arm." Dennis reached into the casket and withdrew a mahogany stick. "Can you do something for him? Please?"

"Sure," Harry said, running the Elder Wand along Colin's. Together, they watched as it grew wider and sprouted a cross-piece, becoming a beautifully carved wooden crucifix - universal symbol of the Christian faith.

"Wow, thanks, this looks great." He reverently slipped the transfigured wand into place under Colin's hands, which were crossed on his chest. "Much better," he said. "Rest peacefully, brother, you deserve it."

"Yes, Colin," Harry murmured, "you deserve it. More than anyone."

He looked up and into the tear-filled eyes of a small woman.

"Is that…?" she asked hesitantly, indicating the new crucifix.

"His wand?" Harry nodded. "It is. I didn't make it permanent; it will return to its original form in a few days or so."

"Thank you," she whispered. "Dennis insisted, but we just didn't know how… You're Harry Potter, aren't you? I'm Colin and Dennis' mother, Sarah Creevey."

"Yes, ma'am, it's nice to meet you. I'm so sorry for your loss. Colin was a great guy."

"Thank you for coming; I know he would be so excited you're here - he thought the world about you, showing off all these pictures of you and telling the most fabulous stories…"

"Yeah, I can see him doing that." Harry bowed before the tiny woman. "Mrs. Creevey, I want you to know that a lot of us are very appreciative of what Colin did the other day - like the girl back there who lives because of it - and I swear to you that his life will be remembered, his loss will not be in vain, and all of us will do everything in our power to end the nightmare brought by those that did this to him.

"But I have to be honest, they're bullies and bigots of the worst kind, and they don't like families where talented children come from parents who don't have that same talent, if you catch my meaning. You're not safe in Britain until this scourge is dealt with. If you have relatives on the continent, the states, anywhere else…"

"You're saying we need to leave our home?"

"If you want to stay safe, yes, it might be time for an extended vacation."

o o o

The vicar entered and asked everyone not immediate family to make their way upstairs to the service. They would be having a private moment alone.

Hermione and Ron were in the lead as they climbed the steps that ended in the main church entrance, just beside the nave itself. Before she even made it to the top step, Hermione halted and held out her arm to the others.

"Stop!" she hissed and motioned them to step back. "Lucius Malfoy is up there, bold as brass!"

"Let me at him," Ginny said fiercely, trying to push ahead.

"No, Ginny," Ron said, hand on her arm. "You can only use defensive magic, remember?"

"I don't need magic!"

"Ginny," Harry urged, "we're in a muggle church. We'll have to be subtle about this. Let me check if he's alone or if he's got help."

They were alone in the stairwell, so Harry slipped on his invisibility cloak. He quietly moved up the steps and into the vaulted nave. He held out the Elder Wand and immediately heard a familiar discordant note from the gentleman with long blond hair sitting near the back, a sound he knew came from the dark mark on his left arm. He turned toward the altar at the front and the sound faded away. When he shifted again to the rear, Harry noted two more sources - sour looking men at either side of the balcony - indicating they too wore the dark mark.

Death Eaters were attending Colin Creevey's funeral, and it was unlikely they were there just to pay their respects.

Harry retreated and ushered everyone down to the landing below.

"There's two more on the balcony," Harry said, removing his cloak. "We need to plan this carefully. Ginny, you need to stick with Demelza's family. Make sure they've got their wands handy to protect the Creeveys if this all goes pear-shaped. Remus, can you set up an enchantment to block portkeys?"

o o o

As the local milkman, Mr. Creevey was well known in the community and the church was filling quickly as the time approached for the funeral of his eldest son to begin. Under his cloak, Harry slipped into the row immediately behind Lucius Malfoy and waited for the signal. A few seconds later, Harry felt the gentle wash of magic that meant no one would be portkeying in or out of the church.

The Death Eaters would not automatically disappear today.

Malfoy immediately tensed, also sensing the magic, but Harry used a silent petrification spell on him, ensuring he was powerless to respond.

Harry spun towards the balcony in time to see Ron and Hermione do the same to the Death Eaters there. Ron grinned and gave him a thumbs up. The next steps included disillusioning the two potential threats and removing them from the room.

Harry sat behind the blond wizard that had been a nuisance since his second year at Hogwarts.

"Hello, Lucius," Harry whispered in his ear, "I wasn't expecting to see you today, but it turns out to be most fortuitous."

Harry had found a twig outside the building when he was checking for perimeter threats and transfigured it to look as much as possible like Malfoy's cane. After a switching spell swapped the two lookalikes, Harry pulled the top of the confiscated cane to confirm that it was indeed the Death Eater's wand.

"Now that you have no weapon," Harry continued in a tight voice, "I won't need to kill you right away. You see, Lucy, I have my own wand pointed at the back of your head, and I was thinking a blasting curse would be quite dramatic - your brains splattered all over the walls there - but it might scare the folks here, and besides it would be a bit messy. So I thought an organ liquifying curse would be much less obvious to anyone, unless of course your gray matter started leaking out your ears. That assumes you actually have any, given you pay homage to that nasty bastard who threatens your own son to do his dirty work for him. But you know what they say - you can't find decent help these days."

Harry could tell that Lucius' eyes - the only part of him that could move - were furiously searching to find him.

"But since you came to young Mr. Creevey's funeral today, you're going to sit and enjoy it. Who knows, you might even learn something."

Harry saw Hermione coming in after turning her captive over to Remus. She sat down in Harry's row to prevent anyone trying to sit there and he could just see her wand in her lap pointed at Lucius.

"Just so you know," Harry continued as Hermione raised her eyebrows at him, "your goons are no longer available to help you out, but I have several friends here itching for you to try something. If you do have any gray matter, you'll sit and do nothing except what you're told."

It wasn't long before music began and then the casket was brought in by half a dozen large men, who placed it on a stand below the altar.

The gathered people were asked to rise and sing.

"I'm going to release you briefly, Lucius, and you're going to stand up and remain still."

Pressing his wand into the wizard's neck, Harry ended the spell. Reluctantly, Lucius rose as the choir sang.

"All things bright and beautiful,
all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful,
the Lord God made them all."

"You are a dead man, Potter," Lucius gritted out. "When my Lord finds out what you've done here -"

"He's gonna do better than he has before?" Harry butted in, pressing his wand harder and using a silencing spell on the annoying Death Eater. "That will be a surprise. Besides, Tommy is no Lord. These people know who the real Lord is, and it isn't your boss. I doubt you can sing on key so you're just going to shut it for the rest of our time together."

Having heard most of Harry's speech, Hermione hid a smirk behind her hand as she pretended to cough.

At the end of the hymn, everyone was seated and Lucius was petrified once again. There was a prayer and a young boy read a poem. Then the vicar rose and began to speak.

"As we go through life, we often look for heroes to give us inspiration. We may try to find them in comic books or the movies or on television, but sometimes a hero appears among us - a real example of the best we can hope to be. Today, we celebrate the life of one of those heroes, Colin Creevey, who was simply coming home from school with a group of friends, when they were attacked by a gang of thugs for no apparent reason other than to cause trouble. Colin stepped in front of a bullet meant for one of his schoolmates and gave his life so that another could live."

"He's certainly got you pegged," Harry said, whispering again, "you gang of thugs."

"The words of Jesus Christ," the vicar continued, "as recorded by the Apostle John, 'Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.' And of course He would know, having given His own life for us all."

The vicar spoke about how the love God has for us saves us from the sin we were born into, because it is the ultimate victory of the resurrection for which we await.

Harry's relatives didn't take him to church often but he had heard the message enough to understand most of what was being said.

And then the vicar was quoting Paul's first letter to the Corinthians and talking about the ultimate victory over all the enemies of God preventing eternal life, starting with Satan the deceiver who introduced sin into the world, sin itself, and the wages of sin, which is death.

"And finally, according to Paul, 'the last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.'"

Harry's jaw fell to his chest. Those words were on his parents' tombstone, a quote from Holy Scripture, apparently referring to the final victory over the evil of this world, when everyone will return to live forever in the new Heaven and Earth.

And it would be called the New Jerusalem, and of course the vicar closed by asking everyone to sing that hymn as well.

As the familiar strains floated around them, Harry whispered yet again into Lucius' frozen ear. "Are you listening to the words, Lucy?"

Harry growled out the last quatrain:
"I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England's green & pleasant Land.

"That means whatever your boss tries to do, I'm going to stay vigilant, and I'm going to fight back with everything I've got until the very end. And he'll need to constantly watch his back, because that's where I'll be coming from, until he is removed from the face of the Earth and peace can be restored. And you and your fellow goons better not get involved, else I won't bother aiming for the knees or the eyes next time.

"So stay the hell out of my way if you want to survive. Do you understand, Lucius?"

o

A/N: The words for the hymn Jerusalem were penned in 1804 by William Blake as a prelude to his epic poem Milton, set to music by Sir Hubert Parry during the Great War (aka the War to End All Wars, aka World War I), becoming the inspirational unofficial national anthem of the United Kingdom.

All Things Bright and Beautiful is a 19th century Anglican hymn written by Cecil Frances Alexander. As always, I claim no rights to either of these and they appear as transformative works under fair use rights. Thanks for reading!