A/N: Hey everyone! Welcome to the exciting world of whatever the heck my mind came up with! This story is complete, with 52 or odd chapters in total, and I will be posting two a week after this week. It will probably be on Wednesday and Friday, but I must see what works with my schedule. I hope you enjoy the story. As always, please review it! I have been working on this story for quite some time now, and I really hope it is good. Also, if anyone comes up with a better summary, please let me know because mine is really awful.

"Kill her." The command was cold and did not need to be repeated.

Amid the screams and pleas of the woman, Harry Potter raised his wand and said the words which came readily to his lips. "Avada Kedavea."

The room fell silent at once.

"What did she do?" Harry asked, turning to the only man whose orders he would have obeyed without question.

Lord Voldemort's eyes were two scarlet slits. "Her blood was dirty. Do we need any further reason?"

"No," Harry smirked, looking down at what was now a dead body, "of course not."

The Lord of Darkness seemed pleased with his answer, though Harry was unsure why. He would have answered the same ten years ago.

Slowly, Voldemort turned and exited the small room, and Harry took it as a sign to follow him. They wove through the creepy halls of the Dark Lord's manor with ease. Harry held open the door for the Dark Lord, who passed him without a word. He sat down at a long table that was only set for two. Harry sat on his right side and waited for him to take a bit of the food that was before him before he dove into his own.

"As I am sure you know, we have big plans today." the Dark Lord said, looking up at his young apprentice. "The Order of the Phoenix has discovered one of our bases and plans to attack it tonight."

"So I have heard," Harry said idly. "I assume we will be launching a counterattack?"

"Naturally," the Dark Lord said, a hint of a smile on his lips. "I wish for you to lead it." He continued, completely serious now.

"If that is your wish." Harry agreed, carefully hiding how pleased this made him.

To be trusted by the Dark Lord with a matter as important as this was a great honor. Of course, being his apprentice, Harry had many honors, from the style of his elegant robes, which were silken and soft, to his seat at the table directly to the Dark Lord's right.

"You may bring whomever you see fit." the Dark Lord continued, "And you will direct their attacks in any way you see fit."

"Thank you, my Lord." Harry nodded his head deeply out of respect for the man in front of him.

"I am trusting you with this, Harry; I expect you not to abuse my trust."

"Have I ever before?"

It wasn't actually a question; it was a statement.

"No," the Dark Lord replied softly, "You have not."

"And I never will," Harry said, his eyes shining with fervor, willing the Dark Lord to see his absolute commitment.

"Let us hope not," Was the chilling response he received.

Harry turned his attention back to the breakfast in front of him. "May I bring Draco?" He asked after a heartbeat.

"I have already permitted you to bring whomever you see fit…"

Harry smiled to his plate as he said it. Draco was his best friend. If he was going to fight, then it should at least be with him. They finished their breakfast in silence; however, as Harry was dismissed, the Dark Lord said, "I expect not to be disappointed, Harry." Harry nodded respectfully and exited the room.

He walked swiftly down the halls of Slytherin Manor, not watching where he was going. He had things that needed to be completed before tonight.

First things first, he had to find Draco. He turned the corner and stopped, facing two large double doors. They creaked as he walked into the room. He had entered into a large hall, every wall filled with books. Harry knew from experience that you could read about almost anything here. Harry glanced to his right and smirked. Draco Malfoy was sitting at one of the many desks, surrounded by piles of books.

"Hey, Dray," Harry said, making him jump.

"I told you not to call me that," Draco scowled, "Or else I'm going to have to call you Har."

"Oh, I'm sure even you wouldn't be foolish enough to attempt that." Harry reached over to ruffle Draco's perfect hair.

"Hey!" Draco protested, "That took me ages to perfect!"

"Really? It just took me seconds to mess it up." Harry smirked

"You are infuriating," Draco mumbled, still fixing his bleached blond hair.

"I try to be," Harry said with a cheeky smile. "On to more pressing matters, though, I need to ask you something."

"What is it?" Draco looked slightly concerned.

"As I am sure you have heard, we are going to be attacking the Order of the Phoenix tonight."

Draco nodded but said nothing. "Well, I was put in charge of the attack, and I was wondering if you would like to be my second?"

"Are you joking?" Draco asked quickly.

"Never," Harry said seriously.

"Of course I will!" Draco exclaimed. "Thank you!"

"Thank you." Harry said, "I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else."

Draco beamed as Harry sat down at the desk. "What is the plan?" Draco asked, sinking back down into his seat. "Do you even have one yet?"

"No," Harry sighed, "I was thinking it might be best to catch them by surprise. No warnings; just appear and take over their base."

Draco nodded slowly. "Who else is going to come?"

"Again, I don't know yet."

Draco shook his head and laughed slightly. "So, right now, the only thing you know is that you are going to lead something, and the only person who has agreed to come is me."

"Pretty much," Harry chuckled. "It appears as if we have some work to do."

Harry glanced up at the clock as it chimed, announcing the hour of 4.

Draco had left a little while ago. They had spent the whole afternoon getting ready for tonight. Harry got to his feet and exited the library. He had to change into his fighting robes and mask before dinner. Tonight, there would be no food, but instead, the Dark Lord was holding a meeting. Right after it ended, Harry would gather up the Death Eaters, tell them the plan that he and Draco had concocted, and then apparate to the Order's base.

Harry entered his room and shut the door behind him. His room was as majestic as would be expected of the Dark Lord's apprentice. His walls were dark green with accents of silver running throughout them. His bed was draped with emerald sheets, which matched his eyes almost perfectly. He had a desk in one corner and a door in the other, leading to a large bathroom and closet. Perhaps his favorite thing about his bedroom was the view out of the large windows.

From here, he could see all of the land surrounding Slytherin Manor, as well as the large lake on the edge of the property. He could see the mountains and forest in the distance, reminding him of his youth. He had spent hours exploring every part of the forest. He and Draco had once climbed all the way to the top of that mountain. That was before training started… That was before life gave them responsibility. They didn't go outside nearly as much anymore.

Harry walked into his closet and lit the candle which was mounted on a bracket to the wall. He had thousands of robes, all different colors, all signifying something different.

He took out a pair of fighting robes, which had minuscule snakes embedded around the neckline and wrists. He put them on and then grabbed a wand holster, securing it tightly to his side, just as he had been taught to.

He looked into the mirror, inspecting himself for a moment. His hair was a tangled black mess, just as it always was. He flicked his wand and smoothed it out slightly but did nothing else to it. His hair didn't bother him much.

He walked over to a wall that housed three Death Eater masks. One was silver, one was black, and one was gold. The black one had been given to him just for training purposes. The silver one was what he wore most often. It symbolized his ranking. However, tonight, he would be wearing the gold one. He was going to be the leader tonight, not second. He picked up the gold mask and brought it up to his face. It grafted to his skin, perfectly concealing his visage. He had two slits for eyes, one for his nose, and one for his mouth. His hair hung down over the mask, but he did not try to push it away.

He was ready.

Harry flicked his wand at the candle, and it went out as he walked into his room and back out into the hall.

He had some time left before he had to go to dinner, but he could see no harm in arriving early.

To his surprise, the room was full when he entered. He glanced around the room, surveying his surroundings with care.

"Mr. Potter." A voice behind him hissed. Harry turned and observed the familiar frame of Lucius Malfoy.

"Lucius," Harry nodded slightly.

"Ready for tonight? I heard rumors…"

"I am sure whatever you have heard about tonight will be confirmed or denied in a moment," Harry said, silencing any attempts at information Lucius would have made.

He could hear the smirk in Malfoy's voice as he said, "Yes, I suspect so."

Harry felt the power in the room shift. It was now cold, snake-like. Harry turned and saw that the Dark Lord had entered on the other side of the hall.

Leaving Lucius behind, Harry walked quickly over to where the Dark Lord was taking his seat. Harry bowed his head to the Lord of Darkness before taking his usual seat directly to the right of Voldemort.

Bellatrix Lestrange sat across from him, and to his left, Harry felt Draco slide into his seat.

The Dark Lord waited for everyone to be seated before beginning.

"The Order of the Phoenix," He began, "Seems to think that they can match our skill. They seem to be under the delusion that we will allow them to conquer one of our bases without consequence."

He sneered as the Death Eaters watched him with undivided attention. "Tonight, they will be learning a lesson. Harry will be taking a few of you to one of their homes and destroying it."

Harry felt every eye turn to him as he examined each face. Despite their masks, he knew who each one was.

"He only requires six of you to accompany him."

"Actually," Harry said, "I only require five. Draco Malfoy will fill the position of my second."

The Dark Lord nodded his approval. "Choose." He commanded, turning to Harry.

"Okay," Harry said, looking around at all of their faces again.

"Bellatrix, I assume you have no problems with cursing your cousins?" Harry asked with a smirk.

The table erupted into mocking laughter.

"No," Bellatrix insisted desperately, "No, of course not! They are no cousins of mine."

"Then," Harry said, and the tone in his voice made everyone fall silent, "You are invited to join me."

"I accept!" Bellatrix crackled, looking delighted.

"Very good," Harry said, "What about you, William? Will you join me?"

"Of course," The Death Eater, William, sounded slightly awed. Though he had no particular standing within the group, Harry had seen him fight. He was brutal.

"Hector, Amycus, what about you?"

"Yes," Hector Crabb agreed at once.

"We will both fight with you,"Amycus said.

"Good, good." Harry said, "Now, I just need one more… Severus, what about you?"

Severus Snape's eyes flew up to Harry's. "Me?"

"Yes, you." Harry smirked, "Unless you are refusing, that is?"

Harry could not make out any of what the man was thinking through his cold black eyes. "No, of course not." Snape said a little too quickly, "I would be honored to fight with you."

"Great, I think that is everyone then?" Harry looked back to the Dark Lord.

"That will be all," the Dark Lord said, "To everyone chosen, I expect you to follow Harry's orders explicitly. To everyone who was not chosen, you will work to do better. You are dismissed."

The Lord of Darkness rose to his feet, and everyone else took it as their sign to leave.

"You six," Harry said, "Come over here."

The six chosen Death Eaters made their way over to Harry, all waiting for instruction. "I think that our best course of action will be to use fire." Harry started, looking at each of them.

Bellatrix crackled, but he held up a hand, silencing her at once.

"While I am unsure of what awaits us, I would expect a fight. First, though, we are going to burn the house to the ground. the Dark Lord did not say he wanted the house intact, nor did he say that we must leave any survivors." Harry smirked, looking at them all. "Use whatever means necessary to create as much damage as you can. If they want to fight, then we will fight to the death."

Everyone nodded as if they understood. "You have ten minutes; prepare yourselves." Harry turned and exited into a small room.

Not to his surprise, the Dark Lord was waiting for him.

"My Lord," Harry nodded towards the older man.

"Have you instructed them?" His cold voice echoed slightly around the dark room.

"Yes, they know what they are meant to do."

"And what about you? Do you know what you are going to do?"

"I think," Harry said slowly, "that once the fire has destroyed the house, I will go inside to ensure no survivors remain."

The Dark Lord's eyes glinted as he smiled. "Do to them what they would do to you, Harry."

"Have no doubt that I will."

"Remember who you are fighting for." the Dark Lord said, "Darkness never loses."

Harry nodded and glanced down at his watch. "I must go now," He said, bowing to the Dark Lord once more.

"Go."

Harry turned and walked back into the dining room. It was now empty except for the six Death Eaters who would be accompanying him.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked them, his eyes cold.

"Yes," They all murmured.

"Draco,"

"Yes?"

"Stand here," Harry gestured to his right side. Draco rushed to obey him. "Do we all know where we are going?"

Again, they affirmed with one voice. "Okay then, on my count, one… two… three."

Harry turned on the spot and was squeezed into a suffocating darkness.

A few moments later, they appeared in a thick forest of trees. They could hear something coming from the house. It sounded almost like a… celebration.

"Stay here," Harry said quietly.

He climbed one of the trees, careful to stay hidden in its branches. He looked to where he knew the house was.

Out in the yard were about twenty people, wizards, enjoying the warm summer night. He shook his head and jumped down, landing softly on the ground.

"It appears as if there are more of them than we had anticipated." He told their small group.

"How many?" Draco asked.

"About twenty," Harry said.

"What are we going to do now?" Draco said, looking at their abysmal-looking group. Altogether, there were only seven of them, not quite enough to take on so many.

"We continue with our original plan, but this time, target the people with the fire, not the house."

Harry pushed his raven hair out of his face. "If at any point it looks as if we are going to lose, I will send up a jet of blue fire, and you are to apparate out of here immediately. I will stay behind and leave them with something to remember us by, but I need to ensure that no Death Eater gets injured in the process."

Harry looked around at their small group. "I suggest we all split up. Wait for my signal before you attack. If any of you get caught before we are ready to go, then I will personally make sure your existence is miserable. Is that understood?"

Everyone nodded.

"Great, Draco, Hector, and Bellatrix, I want you to go to the left. The other three, you go to the right. Make sure you spread out so that we completely surround the house. I want to attack from every angle. I will be going straight, attacking from the front."

The Death Eaters dispersed, heading off in their respective directions, and Harry was left alone.

He made his way towards the house, carefully stepping with a grace that came from years of training.

He was not worried for himself but rather for the six others who accompanied him. He hoped they would be able to escape if need be. He knew that attacking right now was risky, but it was a risk he was willing to take. The Dark Lord would be pleased if they were successful.

Harry neared the edge of the forest and paused. His eyes scanned the crowd of people, staying as low to the ground as he could. There were seven redheads, all of whom were related. Harry knew they were the Weasley family. Blood traitors. Two of them were sitting rather close and Harry hoped they were the parents.

Mixed among them was a woman with bright pink hair, closely intertwined with a shabby-looking man. Next to him was a man with messy brown hair who looked slightly wild in the half-light. Harry did not have time to survey the rest of the table, however.

Just then, something caught his eye. He looked at the rest of the tree line, scanning it closely. He could make out the six others, all in position. They had sought him out, their eyes trained on him.

He raised his wand carefully, pointing it past the crowd at the large house instead. He took a deep breath and counted backward in his head. Three… two… one.

A jet of bright red light shot out of the end of his wand, flying straight at the crowd. Everyone screamed, diving for cover under the table. The spell collided with the house, causing it to erupt into scarlet flames.

Harry could hear Bellatrix's laughter as he sprinted towards the crowd, sending more fire into their midst. He glanced to his right and left, ensuring that everyone was there, before he took the final few steps and calmly caught the large table on fire.

The people screamed as Harry chuckled, his green eyes glinting in the face of destruction.

A few spells flew at him, but he dodged them neatly, sending more fire into the crowd. On either side of him, the Death Eaters sent spell after spell at the house, at any living thing. But there were only seven of them against twenty.

Harry watched William dive out of the way as four people surrounded him, desperate to stop him.

He heard screaming and saw Bellatrix attempting to torture someone. She had to keep stopping to fight the others around her.

Crabb was sending a steady stream of fire at the house, with Snape deflecting the curses thrown at both of them.

Amycus was on the ground, stunned or dead; Harry did not know.

A spell tore apart the ground at his feet, and Harry turned to face his new challenger. It was the man with the wild brown hair. Harry smirked, though they could not see his face, and sent a killing curse toward the man. He leaped out of the way a split second before the spell would have hit him. Harry gave him no time to recover, though. He sent spell after spell toward the man, forcing him to stay in constant motion.

"Harry!" He heard his name, and he turned quickly.

Draco was at his side, and before Harry knew what had happened, they were being attacked by at least ten of the people.

"I think it is time for the blue fire," Draco said over the roar of the spells.

"Limbous Senerious," Harry yelled, and he made contact with one of the red-heads, who fell to the ground, paralyzed.

Both he and Draco were holding back. They did not want to show them their fighting style so early in the battle. It would not do to give them an advantage if they were to ever meet again.

"Impedimenta," Someone yelled, and the ground at Draco and Harry's feet exploded all around them with a deadly force. But the pair did not stumble back; their feet remained planted firmly.

"I believe you are right," Harry said to Draco, flicking his wand in an almost lazy fashion, sending spell after spell away from him.

Harry pointed his wand into the sky and yelled, "Hyacintho ignis!" Immediately, Blue flames shot out of the end of his wand, stunning everyone for a moment. Their velocity was unmatchable.

Harry turned to Draco and nodded.

Draco met his eyes and disapparated without another word. Harry turned and watched as Bellatrix grabbed hold of Amycus and disappeared. Then Snape, then Crabb, then William, and Harry was alone with the now fifteen people who remained unharmed.

A bright yellow light surrounded him. He realized his mistake too late. In his attempts to make sure all of the others escaped, he had been captured.