Harry Potter and the Great Magical War by Sirius Potter

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 04/08/2003
Last Updated: 25/03/2005
Status: Paused

Voldemort is finally pushed back for a bit. But at what price? The greatest wizard of his time
makes the ultimate sacrafice. Can Harry find it in him to beat Voldemort once and for all?




1. The New Dursley
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Harry Potter and the Great Magical War

Chapter 1

The New Dursleys

Harry Potter lay asleep in his bed at Number Four Privet drive. Books were scattered all over
his floor, to be more specific Defense Against the Dark Arts books. Just over a week ago he had
been told that he was the one that would defeat the most infamous dark wizard of the time, Lord
Voldemort, to add to this burden he had witnessed the murder of his Godfather, Sirius Black. Harry
had vowed to himself not to let anyone else he loved die, and to be prepared for the inevitable day
when destiny would decide itself between himself and Voldemort.

“Boy! Get down here, breakfast is ready!” Aunt Petunia’s shrill voice rang through the house
waking Harry from a surprisingly restful sleep.

He had not been having any terrible nightmares since he returned home to Privet Drive. He didn’t
know whether this was due entirely to the fact he had received an Owl from Dumbledore the day he
arrived to remind him to practice what he had learned in Occulumency.

The Dursleys’ had actually been decent to Harry so far into the holiday. Harry suspected it had
to do with the threatening warning Mad-Eye Moody and Mr. Weasley had given to Uncle Vernon. Harry
had been free to do whatever he wanted to this summer, he was even permitted to read his school
books during the day he no longer had to sneak them under his covers at night.

Entering the sunlit kitchen, Harry slid into the open chair around the table in the Dursleys’
kitchen. He grabbed a piece of toast and a few pieces of bacon. Keeping to himself he just munched
on it absently.

“Dad, you know that since I’m sixteen now and can drive I was wondering if I could drive down to
London for about a week, and maybe borrow the car?” Dudley asked his father with hopeful eyes.

Harry perked up at this if he was lucky, maybe just maybe he could get in on this.

“Well... perhaps...” Vernon replied sounding unconvinced, Aunt Petunia shot him a look and
patted Dudley’s massive arm sportingly.

“When would you go and who would go with you?” He asked guardedly.

Harry was surprised that he didn’t say yes right off, it seemed that maybe spoiled Dudley was a
thing of the past. Dudley seemed to be taking his father’s response rather badly, his piggy face
frowned slightly.

“Well... ah... tomorrow? It would just be myself, I was thinking of meeting some friends from
school down there?” Dudley answered pleadingly.

“OH DID MY LITTLE DUDLY WUDLY MEET SOME NEW FRIENDS?” Aunt Petunia trilled kissing her son’s
pudgy cheek. “Oh Vernon just let him take it.” She added under her breath with a glare at her
husband,

“Can I come?” Harry asked hopefully.

“Absolutely not!” Uncle Vernon roared, his eyes bulging. Harry frowned and then a idea struck
him,

“Please, I would hate to tell Mr. Weasley about this. Plus I will stay out of Dudley’s hair. The
moment we arrive there I’ll leave and not see him until it’s time to go back.” Harry said in one
breath hoping that he would be allowed to go.

Dudley looked livid, the last thing he wanted was for Harry to come and “ruin the trip,” but
luckily for Harry, Uncle Vernon grudgingly agreed. Dudley had nothing to say really and just
snapped that Harry should be ready at ten the next morning to leave.

The rest of the day was pretty boring. Harry still had to do a few chores. So he finished up
those and sent a short note to Ron and Hermione telling them where he would be. He then packed up
some clothes and called it a day. Laying down in bed, he carefully cleared his mind and went to
sleep, waiting for tomorrow.

Harry woke very late the next day and almost missed Dudley leaving. He assumed his cousin had
probably told Aunt Petunia not to wake Harry in hopes that he could go alone.

The ride to London was uneventful neither of the two spoke to each other. Finally when they
arrived in London Dudley grunted, “Where do you want to be dropped off?”

“The London Shopping Center.” Harry said, and forty minutes later Harry was out of the car and
Dudley sped off to do what ever trouble he and his friends had planned.

Harry walked past the Shopping Center a little bit and immediately found the run down pub known
as The Leaky Cauldron. He pushed open the creaking door and walked up to barkeeper, Tom. He told
Tom that he would need a room later on but had to do some things first. He entered the small
courtyard and headed to Diagon Alley, and immediately went on to Gringotts. He withdrew a sack full
of Galleons and sickles from his vault.

Harry then set of to find Fred and George’s shop. After a few minutes of searching and a few
whispers that sound mostly like “Look it’s Harry Potter! See the scar?” he finally found number
ninety-three, Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

Harry slowly pushed the door open. He couldn’t be too sure if Fred and George would dare play a
prank on their customers.

“Harry over here! I just got your owl.” Ron yelled from behind the counter.

“Hey Ron, err what are you doing back there?” Harry asked,

“Well I did say I was going to get a job didn’t I? Working for Fred and George is great. They
pay me eleven sickles an hour. I already have fifteen galleons saved up.” Ron said with great
enthusiasm in his voice.

“Wow that’s great, so when do you get off?”

“In about an hour. Do you want to meet at the Leaky Cauldron for Lunch at twelve thirty?” Harry
gave a nod seeing the Ron was not done talking so he let him continue. “You should sign up for the
Junior Duelling Tournament. Its four days from now at noon. You’ve got to be at least thirteen and
no older then seventeen to enter. Plus you get to use magic from the moment you sign up, to the
moment you get eliminated from the tournament. I have no idea how they pulled that off. Here let me
show you…. *Accio Quill.*” Ron said and his quill flew towards him and landed neatly in his
hand.

“Wow I have to get in on that. Where do I sign up?” Harry asked eagerly,

“They have a parchment posted up at Quality Quidditch Supplies.”

“Alright I guess I will see you in the Leaky Cauldron at half past twelve. I’m going to sign up
now, see you later!” And with that Harry headed to Quality Quidditch Supplies.

On the way there he saw a group of 12 Aurors marching down Diagon alley. ‘*Must be patrolling
the streets in case of a Death Eater attack.’* He thought glancing around uneasily.

Harry easily found the parchment. There were already 30 names signed up, and to his loathing
Draco Malfoy was on top of the list. “Great,” Harry said to no one in particular. He checked his
watch and noticed that he still had a half an hour so he headed down to Flourish and Blots to get a
couple of spell books so he could not only practice for the dueling tournament, but also his
vow.

Harry could tell that Defense Against the Dark Arts books were selling quite well, because there
was a whole table piled high with them right in the entrance. All of the titles were like *DADA
101, SIMPLE DEFENSE SPELLS, DADA FOR BEGINNERS.* If Harry wanted to be able to really stand up
against Voldemort and win the Dueling Tournament he would need to find some books with more
powerful spells. There seemed to be no one open to help him because the shop was packed with
customers, but then he spotted someone who Harry knew could help him.

“Hey, Mr. Weasley, over here!” Harry shouted across the room where he saw the closest thing he
had left for a father.

Mr. Weasley spotted Harry and walked over to him. “Hello Harry, what are you doing here?”

Harry told him his story about how his Uncle let him come down to London.

“Well, I guess that should be alright then just try to stay low.” Arthur Weasley said in a quiet
voice.

“Ah... well... err... you see, I kind of entered the Dueling tournament.” Harry said in
embarrassment, immediately feeling foolish at his rashness.

“Well that should be fine, at least you can do magic to defend yourself now without having to go
to a trial for it. I am going to help Ron with some dueling practice tonight, try to get your hands
on some floo powder and come on down.” Mr. Weasley said with a smile.

“Thanks, but where do I get floo powder?”

“That’s easy Tom usually keeps some on the mantle above the fireplace in your room at the Leaky
Cauldron. So now what did you call me over for?” Arthur asked looking intently at Harry,

“Well you see I made a vow to my self and it basically is that I will not let anyone down… and
err... try to be ready for when I encounter Voldemort. So I am trying to find some more powerful
spell books.” Harry replied with another embarrassed look on his face.

Mr. Weasley regarded Harry and smiled. “You know Harry you always seem to amaze me. Follow me.”
With that he headed to the very back of the store, and pulled out two very thick, old books. “These
two Harry I suggest you read. The first one here, called *ANCIENT DEFENSE MAGIC* we have a
copy of this at the new Order headquarters.” Mr. Weasley paused for a second when he mentioned the
new Order headquarters. He knew Harry would be upset about mentioning anything related to Sirius
and since the old headquarters was his house he decided to drop the subject. Then he continued… “It
gives you a lot of powerful and difficult spells I suggest you wait on these until you have read
the other book.” He then put *ANCIENT DEFENSE MAGIC* down and lifted up the other book. “Now,
this one is called *RARE CURSES AND MOVES FOR DANGEROUS CIRCUMSTANCES* it is hard to tell by
the title what this book actually is about. It basically gives you powerful curses like the
stunning spell, disarming charm, and shield charm besides that there are more powerful versions
along with many other spells. It is also laid out in a way kind of like a lesson format. It even
teaches you how to deflect spells. This book is very expensive but if you can afford it it’s well
worth it. Ah maybe you can let Ron borrow it sometime.” Mr. Weasley said his ears turning a slight
tinge of red at his last suggestion. He handed the books to Harry.

“Wow, thanks I never would have picked these books out.” Harry said with a big smile on his
face.

“Well I have to run see you tonight at around six?” Mr Weasley said glancing at his watch, and
then towards the door.

“Sure thing, see you then Mr. Weasley.”

Harry paid for his two books and realized he was running late for his meeting with Ron. He ran
to the Leaky Cauldron and luckily enough got there the same time Ron did.

“Hey Ron, guess who I saw at Flourish and Blots…” Harry told Ron about the meeting with his Dad.
They then discussed the tournament and Harry going over to Ron’s house later tonight. Ron had to
make a quick exit because his lunch hour was running out and he didn’t want to test Fred and
George’s tempers as his bosses.

Harry got a room from Tom and spent the rest of the afternoon engrossed in *RARE CURSES AND
MOVES FOR DANGUROUS CIRCUMSTANCES* and by the time it was six he had finished the section on
deflecting curses and had a pretty good hang of it.

Harry pointed his wand at the fireplace and muttered “*INCENDIO*” and a huge fire roared in
the fireplace. He then grabbed a handful of floo powder, and threw it in the fire. Emerald green
flames erupted where the once orange ones were. Harry stepped inside and yelled “THE BURROW” Harry
now felt the familiar sickly sensation of twirling down passing many different fireplaces until
finally he stopped. He walked out and was greeted by Mrs. Weasley.

“Harry it’s great to see you. The boys are outside. Hurry along now, I have to finish supper.”
With that Mrs. Weasley gave Harry a huge bear hug and chivvied him outside, where Ron and Mr.
Weasley were duelling.

“*STUPEFY*!” Ron yelled as he sent the stunning spell straight at his father.

Mr. Weasley easily dodged it and pointed his wand at Ron and yelled “*EXSPELLIARMUS!”* Ron
was not, however, able to dodge it and his wand went flying over towards Mr. Weasley.

Harry clapped, and they both looked over and noticed him for the first time.

“Hello Harry, good to see you. Ron you did pretty well you just need to be a little quicker on
your feet.” Mr. Weasley said with an encouraging smile.

“Hey Harry… Why don’t you give it a try now I’m beat.” Ron panted.

“Alright sure, you ready Mr. Weasley?” Harry asked,

“Yep”

They bowed at each other, raised their wand and counted to three.

“*STUPEFY, STUPEFY, STUPEFY!”* Harry yelled and sent three stunning spells in quick
succession.

Mr. Weasley dodged the first two and on the last one yelled “*PROTEGO* ” The shield charm
worked successfully and Harry’s last stunning spell jetted back towards Harry. Harry used what he
learned from the book and flicked his wand and concentrated on deflecting it and it worked. Mr.
Weasley looked at him with a shocked face. Harry saw this as an opening and yelled
“*REDUCTO!”* The spell caught Mr. Weasley right in the gut he flew back about five feet and
dropped his wand. A few seconds later he got up brushed his clothes off and beamed.

“Wow Harry you actually beat my dad!” Ron yelled with mixed emotions.

“Well I wouldn’t have been able to if I didn’t surprise him with that deflection curse. Sorry I
had to use that spell but it was the only one I knew that would be fast enough to reach you before
you got over your shock.”

“That’s alright, Harry. Great move by the way. Now come on I think Molly should have supper
ready.” Arthur said massaging his sore back.

A/N: Well how did you like it? I wonder if anyone is reading this since the fifth book came out
just a few days ago. Please review! So I know if I should continue or wait about a month until
everyone is over with the fifth book.



2. The Junior Dueling Tournament
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Harry Potter and the Great Magical War

Chapter 2

The Junior Dueling Tournament

The next few days went by as a blur for Harry. They usually consisted of having lunch with Fred,
George, and Ron, then going over to the Burrow for supper and some dueling. But the day of the
tournament was finally upon them. Harry threw on a new pair of robes (all of his other ones had
been too small for him), grabbed his wand, and ran to Quality Quidditch Supplies. They were
sponsoring the tournament, and for its duration, they had turned the shop into a mini arena were
the Dueling Tournament would be held.

Harry entered the shop and was greeted by the Weasleys: Arthur, Molly, Fred, George, Ron, and
Ginny. Fred and George gave Harry a quick hello but soon had to return to their store. Mrs. Weasley
gave Harry a huge motherly hug and wished him good luck. Mr. Weasley also wished Harry luck and
then muttered under his breathe so only Harry could hear, “Even though you don’t need it.” Ginny
gave Harry a quick hello and then left; she was not in a very good mood because her Mom had refused
to let her participate. So that just left Ron.

“Alright mate? Glad to see you could make it. Shall we find seats and wait till we’re called
up?” Ron asked with a smile on his face.

“Sounds good.”

So Harry and Ron took their seats. A few minutes later, the judge walked out with the tournament
board. Ron was in the first fight, while Harry as in the seventeenth. They sighed in relief; they
were in different brackets and wouldn’t have to fight each other unless they were both in the final
round. Draco was in the last fight of the first bracket. But what surprised them was in the eighth
fight was a certain Neville Longbottom.

“Wow, Neville is in this tournament. Now that is bloody weird,” Ron said.

“Well, I don’t know… I mean, sure, he isn’t the smartest bloke but he did pretty good in D.A.,
and in the Department of Mysteries,” Harry replied. His face sunk a little bit once he mentioned
the Department of Mysteries.

“True. Let’s try to see if we can spot him,” Ron suggested.

After a little bit of searching, they spotted him and waved him down. He was happy to see Harry
and Ron. They asked him what he was doing there. He replied by saying, “Gran made me. She heard
that I did pretty good in the Department of Mysteries from Dumbledore, and said that it would be
good for the Longbottom name if I participated in this.” The three of them were having a pretty
good time just talking but before they knew it, the judge called the first two contestants
down.

“Ron Weasley versus Alan Shepard.” The judge’s voice boomed across the stadium.

Ron and Alan both made their way to the little stage that had been set up. Upon the judge’s
orders, they bowed to each other and raised their wands. “One….Two…..Three!” the judge yelled.

Alan started to run right at Ron and yelled “*EXPELLIARMUS*!”

Ron, still surprised by Alan’s charge, almost failed to move out of the way in time. He quickly
regained his senses and moved to the side. Ron smiled at Alan for being foolish by charging him.
“*STUPEFY!*” Ron muttered as Alan immediately fell over, knocked unconscious.

Ron was declared winner and took his seat. Harry and Neville both congratulated him. A few more
duels took place-nothing exciting, as none of the contenders really had a chance in the tournament.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Neville’s name was called.

“Neville Longbottom versus Gordon Rhandulf.”

The two bowed at each other, the judge counted to three, and they were ready. “*STUPEFY!*”
Neville yelled. A jet of red sparks shot at Gordon, who just smiled and muttered, “*PROTEGO!*”
Neville’s own spell turned around and charged back at him. He dropped to the floor at the last
second.

“Coward. Is poor little Neville afraid of his own spell? You know, my cousin Draco told me about
you. How you’re a little coward and that your parents are crazy and stuck in St. Mungo’s.” Gordon
Rhandulf gave a smirk that could rival Malfoy’s.

“Who the hell is this guy?!” Ron yelled to Harry.

“Apparently, Malfoy’s cousin,” Harry spat with great loathing in his voice.

Neville was livid. How dare this monster insult his parents! He leapt to his feet and charged
Gordon. “*STUPEFY! STUPEFY! EXPELLIARMUS! STUPEFY!!*” Neville yelled, just firing curses at
random.

Gordon simply laughed and deflected all the curses that were sent at him.

“Bloody hell! Harry, he’s good,” Ron yelled

“Yeah, and you are going to have to fight him in the quarter finals-well, if both of you make it
there,” Harry said. They were both silent after this, watching the rest of the fight in horror.
Gordon was indeed good; he could end the fight at any moment if he wanted to.

“*CRUCICA!*” Gordon yelled suddenly.

Neville gave a scream as intense pain engulfed him.

“Ron, what the hell kind of curse is that!?!” Harry cried.

“It is a cousin of the Crucio curse, and sadly it is legal,” Ron said with a very sad look on
his face.

Gordon continued the curse. Neville was on the ground in pain, screaming and sobbing, having
horrible flashbacks of when the Death Eaters had performed the Crucio spell on his parents.

Harry had had enough. He pointed his wand at Gordon and yelled “*EXPELLIARMUS!*” Gordon’s
curse was immediately stopped as his wand went flying across the room.

The judge yelled, “Gordon Rhandulf wins by disqualification. Next up……..”

After Gordon retrieved his wand, he pointed it at Harry threateningly and mouthed, ‘Wait till I
get my hands on you in the finals!’

By this time Neville had a grip of things and walked over to Harry and Ron. “Thanks, Harry, I
appreciate it. You two better watch out for him; he’s good. Well, I should probably get going.
Bye!” Not even waiting for a reply, Neville was gone.

An hour of rather boring duels went by, the only exciting one being Draco’s. Draco himself was
almost as good as his cousin Gordon. Harry was surprised at this but did not have much time to
dwell on it because he was up next.

“Harry Potter versus Abita Umbridge,” the judge announced.

Harry was very surprised at Abita’s last name, but quickly entered the stage. “Are you related
to former Hogwarts Professor Umbridge?” Harry asked.

“As a matter of fact I am. She is my mother.”

“Then why aren’t you a student of Hogwarts?”

“Because, as my mum always said, only the Mud-bloods or Muggle lovers go there.”

Harry had talked to this mini Umbitch enough. They gave each other a pathetic little bow and on
the count of three Abita pointed her wand at Harry and shouted, “*PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!!*”

The spell managed to hit Harry; his arms and feet bound to each other. Harry was surprised;
Professor Umbridge obviously taught her daughter better than her former students. Abita slowly
walked towards Harry with a smug look on her face.

“Well, Harry, looks like this match is over.” Abita said, her smirk growing larger.

“You will have to get my wand first!” Harry yelled, a plan forming in his mind.

As she walked close to him, she reached down to pluck the wand from his hand. Harry smiled; this
was exactly what he wanted. “*STUPEFY!*” Harry shouted. He’d been counting on the fact that
she was too cocky to just use the summoning charm to get his wand; no, she had to take it from his
hand. That proved to be her downfall; as soon as Harry yelled the curse, she was knocked
unconscious and he was freed.

The crowd applauded Harry as he took his seat. “Nice job, Harry. I thought she had you there,”
Ron commented.

“Yeah, me too.”

The rest of the first round continued, and there was only one other person that really got Harry
and Ron worried-some kid named Green. Ron mentioned that this boy’s father was an Unspeakable, and
the family was supposedly pretty powerful.

“The second round will begin at seven tonight,” the judge announced.

“Well, let’s go back to my room and read up on a few more spells no one knows about for the
second round,” Harry said, knowing that they should have a few tricks up their sleeves.

“Ron! Harry! Great job today! Sorry Molly had to leave, but there was some important business
she had to attend to. Sadly, I have to go now too. Would you guys mind if Ginny hangs around?” Mr.
Weasley asked, but without waiting for an answer, he ran off.

“I heard them talking-apparently there was a Death Eater attack some place in Northern London,”
Ginny said with a sad look on her face.

“Well, that’s bloody great. Let’s head back to the Leaky Cauldron and learn a few curses and
then have some supper before we head back,” Ron said.

“Yeah, sounds good,” Harry muttered.

***

“Hey Harry, I think I got it down, look! *SLADO!*” Ron yelled, and as soon as he said the
curse, which was directed at Ginny (she had agreed to let them try the curse on her as soon as they
got it down), she immediately fell to the floor. “*FINITE*,” Ron said and took her out of her
misery.

“Well?” Harry asked anxiously.

“It was exactly like yours, Harry. I felt like I was being dropped from one hundred feet in the
air and as soon as I hit the ground I was picked up and twirled around in midair. I felt like I had
to throw up,” Ginny said with a disgusted look on her face.

“Do you think that would make you drop your wand?” Harry asked

“Oh yeah. When I was falling in my head, my arms were flying around. Of course that was just my
imagination, but I am sure if I was holding a wand it would be forgotten,” Ginny said with a smile
on her face.

“Great. Let’s get going, we’re going to be late,” Ron said, and with that the three teens headed
back to Quality Quidditch Supplies.

The second round went by great for Harry and Ron; they both won without a hitch. To their
loathing, Gordon, Draco, and Green also won. The following day, in the quarter finals, Ron would
have to fight Gordon, and he was worried. Harry, on the other hand, had some nobody. By the looks
of it, Draco and Green had it easy too.

‘Well, I guess I will turn in for the night,’ Harry thought to himself, but before he could do
so, a large barn owl, clearly from Hogwarts, came flying in. Harry grabbed the letter from the owl
and tore it open, gasping at what it contained: his O.W.L. results.

**Dear Mr. Potter,**

**Here are the results of your O.W.L.s. If you have any questions about them, please send an
owl.**

Potions- Acceptable; Divination- Acceptable; History of Magic- Acceptable; Defense Against the
Dark Arts- Outstanding; Charms- Exceeds Expectations; Transfiguration- Exceeds Expectations; Care
of Magical Creatures- Outstanding; Astronomy- Acceptable; Herbology- Exceeds Expectations.

**A = 1 O.W.L**

**E = 2 O.W.L.s**

**O = 3 O.W.L.s**

**Total O.W.L.s = 15**

**Check all classes that you wish to take next year, and please note that there is a new class
available only to those who have completed their O.W.L.s.**

**N.E.W.T. Care of Magical Creatures ___**

**N.E.W.T. Defense Against the Dark Arts (Must have E on O.W.L. or a total of 13 or more
O.W.L.s) ___**

**N.E.W.T. Transfiguration (Must have E on O.W.L. or a total of 13 O.W.L.s)___**

**N.E.W.T. Potions (Must have O on O.W.L. or a total of 15 O.W.L.s)___**

**N.E.W.T. Divination___**

**N.E.W.T. History of Magic___**

**N.E.W.T. Herbology (Must have E on O.W.L. or a total of 13 O.W.L.s)___**

**N.E.W.T. Astronomy___**

**N.E.W.T. Charms (Must have E on O.W.L. or a total of 13 O.W.L.s)___**

**Advanced Defense Magic (Students who check this must be approved by the
Headmaster)___**

**Albus Dumbledore**

**Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry**

**P.S. There is no need to send this back. I will know what classes you have chosen. Also note
that your supplies list will be mailed out on the first of August.**

Harry was ecstatic; he had somehow managed 15 O.W.L.s! Not only that, but he would be able to
take Potions. Even though the thought of two more years with Snape was not a happy one, he would at
least be able to pursue a career as an Auror. Harry quickly checked N.E.W.T. Care of Magical
Creatures, N.E.W.T. Defense Against the Dark Arts, N.E.W.T. Transfiguration, N.E.W.T. Potions,
N.E.W.T. Herbology, N.E.W.T. Charms, and Advanced Defense Magic. And then he turned in for the
night.

Harry woke up early the next morning. The quarter finals were to be held at nine, then the semi
finals at one in the afternoon, then finally the championship at seven that night.

Harry headed off to Quality Quidditch Supplies at a leisurely pace. He had a lot of time to kill
as there was a whole hour before he had to be there. He was walking past a small magazine stand
when his gaze fell upon a stack of issues of the *Daily Prophet*. He walked up to the stand
and picked up a copy, paid the man, and left. He did not want to stay in one spot for too long, for
fear that he might be recognized.

The lead story was about two dogs that could change into cats. Harry was not impressed and
figured if there was a Death Eater attack it would be on the front page, so he just threw it
away.

After lollygagging around for a while, he finally made his way over to Quality Quidditch
Supplies. He immediately spotted Ron, this time without Ginny.

“Hey, Ron. Ah, what happened to Ginny?”

“Well, you see, when I was practicing some curses on her, I kind of made a mistake and now she
has boils all over her face,” Ron explained with an embarrassed look on his face which quickly
faded as both of them started laughing.

“Ron, are you sure it was a *mistake*?” Harry asked, once again erupting with laughter.

After the two of them had calmed down a little, Harry finally asked, “So what classes did you
check?”

“I checked N.E.W.T. Care of Magical Creatures, N.E.W.T. Defense Against the Dark Arts, N.E.W.T.
Transfiguration, N.E.W.T. Herbology, N.E.W.T. Charms, and Advanced Defense Magic. I managed 13
O.W.L.s,” Ron said with a pleased look on his face.

“Wow, that’s great, Ron! I checked all of those plus N.E.W.T. Potions.”

“Wow, you got an O in Potions?”

“No, I just got 15 O.W.L.s.”

The conversation continued for a few more minutes until finally the judge started to speak.
“Hello, and welcome back to the Junior Dueling Tournament. The first duel of the quarter finals is
Ron Weasley versus Gordon Rhandulf! Now let’s get this fight started!”

Ron and Gordon both made their way to the stage. The judge signaled for them to bow to each
other, then counted to three, signaling the fight’s beginning.

“*IMPENDIMETRIA!!!*” Gordon yelled.

Ron rolled to the side and avoided the blast, then pointed his wand at Gordon and yelled,
“*STUPEFY! STUPEFY! STUPEFY!!!*” Gordon responded with, “*PROTEGO!!*” just in time as a
shield went up and blocked Ron’s first stunning charm. The second one, however, caused the shield
to shatter, the third one deflected at the last second.

“DAMN!” Ron swore; he had thought for sure he’d had Gordon.

“Well, Weasel, it looks like you’re better than I thought. But that won’t be a problem,” Gordon
sneered with a smug look. Then his whole demeanor changed, his expression melting to a positively
evil one. He then pointed his wand at Ron and yelled, “*DICRIPTO!!!!*”

The spell connected and hit Ron right square in the chest, sending him flying across the room.
Harry held his breath. He’d never heard of the curse and wasn’t sure if Ron would be alright. Harry
was able to breathe out though as Ron slowly got up and brushed his cloths off. “Bastard! …
*SLADO!!!*” Ron yelled.

Gordon tried to deflect the curse, but failed. The spell hit him and he fell to the floor, and
after about thirty seconds of writhing painfully, he got a grip of himself. He managed to make his
way slowly to his feet before vomiting.

“You will definitely pay for that, Weasley!” Gordon yelled with an expression of unbridled
hatred.

The two stared at each other until finally Ron pointed his wand at Gordon and yelled…..



3. And So it Begins
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N: Well here is chapter three I hope you like. Just in case if anyone is wonder this is going to
be a H/Hr fic, but not until the middle though. If you don’t like Harry/Hermione pairing sorry! I
hope you still stick with this fic though it will not be that fluffy it will remain
action/adventure.

Disclaimer: I forgot this in the first two chapters sorry! Ok I don’t own Harry Potter or
anything related to him.

The Great Magical War

Chapter 3

And So It Begins

Ron and Gordon continued there onslaught on each other, neither of them were trying to end the
match. They were more concerned with causing the other as much pain as possible.

“*INCENDIO!!*” Ron yelled and pointed his wand at Gordon.

Gordon quickly extinguished the fire that erupted around his body before he got burnt to
bad.

“Weasley it is time we ended this thing I am going to make you scream for mercy when I am done
with you! *CRUCICA!!*” John yelled smiling as he saw Ron fall to the floor withering in
pain.

Ron’s vision became blurred as the pain overtook his body. After about a minute of being under
the curse he slowly started to get a grip on things and he yelled… “*PROTEGO!!*” A shield
erected around his body he knew it would not last long though because the Crucica spell is just too
strong, he managed to roll out of the way just as his shield shattered. He pulled himself up from
the ground and smiled too.

“Well it looks like you gave it your best shot and it just wasn’t enough!” Ron yelled

“Don’t worry Weasley I was just playing with you if you really want me to end your misery I
guess I can be nice.” Gordon smirked he then made a slicing motion with his wand and a huge gust of
wind flew at Ron and picked him up of the ground as he was thrown thirty feet in the air into at
the nearby wall. Gordon then yelled “*EXSPELLIARMUS!!*” The spell easily hit Ron who was
almost totally unconscious.

Harry got up to run and help Ron but he was stopped by a Mediwizard who told Harry to stay back.
After a few healing spells the Mediwizard muttered, Ron slowly stood up and smiled. He then walked
over to Harry and clapped him on the back, and said “Well mate I decided to leave him for you.”
Harry laughed at Ron’s last comment

The rest of the quarter finals were very uneventful. Harry easily defeated his opposition, Green
and Malfoy also won. So in the semi finals it would be Gordon vs. Malfoy and Harry vs. Green.

Harry and Ron headed back to the burrow for some lunch before the semifinals started.

“So Harry I heard you made the semifinals that is pretty… Oh how do the muggles say it? Oh yes,
that is pretty cool!” Mr. Weasley said who was at home for his lunch break.

“Yeah I know, but my opponent is pretty tough.” Harry said with a concerned look on his face

“Yeah Dad he is going up against Adam Green!” Ron said

“Oh, wow I know his dad he is an Auror he comes from a very powerful family I suggest you be
very careful around him.” Mr. Weasley said with an encouraging smile.

Just then a very official Ministry Owl appeared with a letter tied to his leg. Mr. Weasley
quickly ran over to answer it. His face became very pale and he handed the letter to Mrs. Weasley
to read out loud.

To the Wizarding families of England

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named attacked the Ministry of Magic a few moments ago, he will undoubtedly
win this fight. As you are reading this letter all of England’s Aurors, and a group of Order agents
are battling with him right now. They are losing. It is very vital that you pack your things
immediately and board the Hogwarts Express at five tonight. You will receive more information
then.

Singed,

Cornelius Fudge

Minister of Magic

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts

P.S. For those who can not apparate; Floo Stations have been set up at the train station just
say “Hogwarts Express” All underage magic laws have been lifted.

Harry was shocked, he did not expect Voldemort to do something of this scale so soon.

Molly Weasley started to speak, “Well y…y…you heard him go pack your things.” And with that all
the Weasleys left to got pack their things.

“Bloody Hell what about Fred and George?’ Ron asked

Mr. Weasley stopped to say. “I don’t know but Diagon alley is close to the Ministry, I wonder if
they got a letter too?”

“Don’t worry I will go and tell them we have about an hour tell we have to leave right?” Harry
asked

“Harry don’t be so thick you can’t go there now! For all we know there could be a battle raging
there right now!” Mr. Weasley said

“All of my stuff is at the Leaky Cauldron, so I need to go there anyway!” Harry said arguing
back

“Alright fine but I am coming with you.”

Harry and Mr. Weasley immediately flooed to Harry’s room were Harry grabbed his stuff, and then
they flooed to George and Fred’s shop.

As soon as Mr. Weasley and Harry were inside the shop Fred and George spoke out.

“Dad what is going on? People are running up and down the street screaming about stuff?” Fred
asked

“Yeah we haven’t had a customer in almost a hour.” George added

“VOLDEMORT IS ATTACKING WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!” Harry yelled he didn’t want to wait in
longer.

“Merlin’s beard why didn’t you say so! Fred lets start packing.” George said as they immediately
began to pack up almost their whole store.

“Hurry up, there fighting at the ministry and that is only a few blocks away!” Mr. Weasley said
impatiently.

“Alright were ready, Harry give us your trunk we will apparate back with it.” Fred said as Harry
handed him his trunk.

Harry threw some floo powder in the fire place and yelled “The Burrow!” at the same time the
three Weasleys apparated away. Harry felt the familiar sensation as he twirled out of the fireplace
and past hundreds of other’s until he finally fell on the floor of the burrow. Harry quickly pulled
himself up from the ground and brushed the ashes of off him. Just as three loud “*CRACKS”*
were heard as the Weasleys arrived.

“It is about time you guys got back I was worried sick! We still have half an hour tell we need
to be there, but the sooner we get there the better chance we can find a comfortable spot on the
train. So lets move!” Mrs. Weasley said as she came in acting like a commander in the
battlefield.

Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Fred, and George apparated to the Hogwarts express while Harry, Ron,
and Ginny flooed there. Mrs. Weasley was certainly right for wanting to leave early it was packed.
The Hogwarts express had several more cars added to it, there was now a total of one hundred cars.
*“Lets see there are a hundred cars each one has twenty compartments in it and each compartment
can hold six people comfortably there must be room for at least…”* “That looks like it could
hold more then one hundred thousand people comfortably.” Harry said

“I would be willing to bet that their will be a lot more people than that on the train.” Mrs.
Weasley said

“I have been wondering how many Wizards and Witches are there in England?” Harry asked

“Last count was three hundred thousand in England, one point two million in Europe, and four
million across the world.” Mr. Weasley said

By the end of the conversation they found a compartment that was rather empty, the only
occupants were Neville Longbottom and his grandmother. Harry, Ron, Neville, and Ginny started
talking amongst themselves. Soon the train started moving when Harry suddenly realized
something.

“Ah were is Hermione?” Harry asked

“Yeah I have been wondering about that too.” Ron added

“Not only have we not seen Hermione on the train but have you noticed that there isn’t a single
underage muggle-born.” Fred added

Before the conversation could continue the ministers voice rang through out the train.

“Hello everyone I have some very bad news. Today You-Know-Who attacked thirteen different cities
in England. We estimate his army to number around twenty thousand Death Eaters and ten thousand
Dementors. We had only five hundred Aurors only thirty eight are alive now. Twenty Order Agents
were also at the scene only two of them survived. The Ministry has fallen and I daresay England
will fall by this time tomorrow. We will set up a settlement at Hogwarts. There we will make our
plan of attack, from there we will win this war. Do not worry you will be safe there. Apparation
Wards have been spread out to include Hogsmeade, and The Forbidden Forest. The only way in or out
will be by train and broom stick. Those who did not make the train and underage muggle-borns will
be sent Portkey’s in a week. Now I will hand things over to Albus Dumbledore who will explain what
will happen once we arrive at Hogwarts.” There was a slight pause as everyone waited for Dumbledore
to speak.

“The first thing I need to say is for everyone to hope. I will make this quick. Once we arrive
at Hogwarts the students are to go to their dormitories immediately. School will start for them in
one week, by that time all of the students should be here. We want everything to remain normal for
the kids. Sadly that means you will be kept in the dark. Quidditch will remain all exemptions have
been lifted. Classes will remain what you have chosen. All the adults are to report to the Great
Hall once we arrive, to start the training to defend yourself. The remaining Aurors and Order of
the Phoenix Agents are to report to my office. That is all.” With that Dumbledore’s voice
disappeared.

“CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT! WHAT DOES HE THINK HE IS DOING!! KEEPING US IN THE DARK!!” Harry said
more livid then ever at Dumbledore

“I know Harry, this whole thing sucks we have to start school more then a month early!” Ron
added

The train ride after that was very uneventful. They mostly talked about how there were almost no
Slytherians on the train, how almost half the Ravenclaws were gone too, even a few Hufflepuffs, and
even some non-muggle born Gryffidors were also missing. Finally the train ride came to an end. The
students were shown up into their dormitories and forced to sleep. Harry on the other hand had
better plans.

“Ron….Ron…..RON WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!” Harry said trying to wake Ron up it was no use.

“Stupid brat” Harry muttered under his breath and then left.

Harry walked out of the Dormitory, and into the common room, and towards the headmasters office.
He reached the stone gargoyle statue. Harry paused as he thought of the password.

“Ah…Sherbet Lemons?” The Gargoyle did not move. “Ah Licorice Wand… Bertie Botts Every Flavor
Beans… Canary Creams?” With “Canary Creams” the Gargoyle sprung to life and let Harry walk through.
He slowly climbed the stairs very slowly, before he could knock on the door Dumbledore said “Come
in” he then motioned for Harry to sit down.

“You know I was wondering when I would see you. Well I am sure I know what you are going to ask
me, but go ahead.” Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his blue eyes as he stared at Harry.

“Well I was wondering what in the name of Merlin’s Beard do you think you were doing by leaving
the muggle borns behind?” Harry asked now knowing it was probably for a good reason

“Ah… yes I figured that would be your first question. I have a very simple answer for that.
Voldemort does not know were they live, and if we had them bring all their families along the train
would be way overcrowded. Do not worry they will be fine and you will see Hermione within a week.”
Dumbledore said and smiled at Harry

“I guess that is a good reason. Sorry I doubted you on that…” Harry paused before he asked his
second question, Dumbledore motioned for him to continue though. “Why are you keeping the students
in the dark?” Harry asked very calmly.

“That is an even simpler answer, Harry look out the window that is not normal.”

Dumbledore waited awhile as Harry walked towards the Headmasters window

Harry wasn’t exactly shocked at what he saw. There were thousands of Wizarding tents, and a
hospital set up along the road that went from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade.

Noticing that Harry was done looking Dumbledore continued. “As I said that is not normal, once
this war is over the students of this school will be our future. I do not want them to grow up and
all they know to be war. I want them to have the most normal childhood and schooling we can give
them.” Dumbledore said his voice sounding very saddened by this.

Harry’s heart dropped at this he should have known “I am sorry Dumbledore I should have
known.”

“That is alright now is there anything else you need to know?” The Headmaster asked

“No that is it.” Harry replied as he slowly started to turn around and head out.

“Good, now I will met you at the Quidditch pitch tomorrow at five thirty in the morning”
Dumbledore said

“What!?!” Harry asked very confused

“Well I was thinking you could learn a little more Occulumency, I see that you have been
practicing it but there is still room for improvement. I am also going to train you Harry.”
Dumbledore pause before he continued, he walked close to Harry and looked him deep in his eyes. “I
am going to show you your true power.” With that Dumbledore backed away from Harry. “Now I think
you should get some sleep, you are going to have a very tuff day tomorrow.”

Harry left without a word. He was mad at himself for ever doubting his Headmaster. He was also
very excited for tomorrow.

A/N: Sorry this took so long but I was looking for a beta and never found one so I just forgot
about this, and today I was like “Ah, screw it I will post what I got.”



4. A tough week for Harry
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A/N: Well it has been a long time since I have written anything so I hope this doesn‘t suck,
yeah so James is right 20,000 is too unbelievable so I changed it, it now says three thousand.

Harry Potter and the Great Magical War

Chapter 4

A tough week for Harry

The magical alarm clock beside Harry’s bed woke him up at five fifteen in the morning. He
groggily pulled himself up he had had very little sleep that night. “Maybe I shouldn’t have gone to
Dumbledore’s so late” Harry mumbled to no one in particular. He threw his robe on and grabbed his
wand, he decided to forgo with a shower he did not want to wake up his roommates. Harry made his
way down to the Quidditch pitch. All seemed quiet in the makeshift town that ran up and down the
rode that led to Hogsmeade. Once Harry reached the Quidditch pitch he could see Dumbledore waiting
for him.

“Good you’re right on time Harry. Now before I start training you I must inform you of the
schedule. Every weekday we will train in the morning from five thirty to seven. Saturday night I
will give you some proper Occulumency lessons.” Dumbledore said with a smile.

“Sounds good to me, so Professor what are we going to do today?” Harry asked egger to begin.

“I wouldn’t be so egger if I were you Harry, this is going to be really tough. Now today I am
going to teach you to apparate, I know this is not exactly legal but it is very important to
Dueling.”

“Well apparating doesn’t seem that difficult I mean if Fred, and George can do it.” Harry said
trying to down play the situation.

“That is true, normal Apparation is very easy you just say the incantation and imagine were you
want to go. What I am going to teach you though is how to use it in Dueling with out saying an
incantation and going to precisely were you want to go, with in centimeters.”

By seven that morning Harry had mastered the normal form of Apparation (Dumbledore placed a
charm on him so he could by-pass the Apparation wards on Hogwarts grounds, so he could learn how to
apparate) he was able to go from the Three broom sticks to the Quidditch pitch with no trouble.
Unfortunately he was not able to do it without saying the incantation.

“You did a good job today Harry, by the end of this week I am sure you will have mastered
Dueling Apparation. I must go know, I have a very important meeting to attend.” And with that
Dumbledore exited the Quidditch pitch, and left Harry all to himself.

Harry dragged himself back up to his dormitory, he was not only magically drained he was also
physically drained from the lack of sleep last night. He decided to find Ron and grab some
breakfast, however Ron was not there only a note.

Harry,

I am visiting my family if you want to come meet us at tent number 117.

Ron

Harry not wanting to be a bother and barge in on what must be a very difficult time for the
Weasley family, as a matter of fact it would be a very difficult time for any family. “If only I
had a family” Harry said out loud to the empty dormitory.

The week went bye rather slowly for Harry, there had been two attacks already on the newly
established headquarters, both times Voldemort and been pushed back, although Voldemort had not
been at either attacks. Much to Harry’s disappointment he had not been allowed to fight. As a
matter of fact none of the students were allowed to fight. True to his word Dumbledore had kept the
students in the dark. Starting on the first of August the students would not be allowed to visit
their families, this was to help them fall back into the routine that school brines. Training was
going better then Harry thought, he was now able to apparate without saying the incantation for a
duel (Just like Dumbledore and Voldemort did in the Department of Mysteries in book 5). It was now
July thirty first Harry’s birthday. There had been a delay in bringing the Muggle born students
they would not be arriving tell tomorrow morning just in time for breakfast.

Harry sat in the Weasleys Wizarding tent number 117 to be precise. He was now occupied with
blowing out the birthday candles making his wish, it was a wish he knew that would never come true,
it was for his Godfather Sirius Black to be with him. This was Harry’s first real birthday party
and he was not enjoying it at all.

“Time for the presents!” Ginny yelled as she pulled Harry toward the medium size stack of gifts
in the living room of wizard tent 117.

Only the Weasleys and Harry were at this gathering, Hagrid had yet to returned from his mission
that Dumbledore had sent him on. Hermione would not arrive tell tomorrow, and the rest of Harry’s
school friends were spending this time with their family as it would be the last night allowed for
visits for awhile. Sirius, and well Sirius was dead.

“HARRY!, are you ok?” Mrs. Weasley asked shaking Harry slightly.

“Sorry about that, I guess I’m just not feeling to great tonight, do you mind if I make an early
exit?” And with that Harry walked out of tent number 117 and back to his dormitory, a few tears
were on his cheek as he thought about his godfather Sirius Black. About ten minutes after Harry
made an early exit from the Weasley tent Ron followed with an armful of presents for Harry. He
dropped them on Harry’s bed and got the courage to ask Harry what was bothering him.

“So um Harry what’s the matter?” Ron asked he was embarrassed for asking Harry this, Hermione
was the one that usually handled the feelings in the trio.

Harry glared at Ron and said… “What do you think?”

“Oh, um sorry.”

“It’s ok, please, Ron just let me be.”

“Ok, but don’t forget to open your presents.” With that Ron exited the dormitory.

Harry looked at the presents he had, and decided he might as well open them now. He grabbed a
card and opened it up.

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! Thanks for all you have taught us it means a lot!

The D.A.

Harry sighed at this, “I am going to have to tell them that there will be no D.A., I was foolish
to think that I could teach them anything. I was stupid, and risked all of their lives, I can’t led
them into battle I attract to much danger.” Harry thought to himself.

This time he grabbed what looked like a book and he figured it was from Hermione, he was right
it was from Hermione though it was not a book. In fact it was a photo album of all of Harry’s
friends at Hogwarts, some from the D.A., and some of Sirius. Harry’s heart dropped he was about
ready to cry, but then he saw a note from Hermione. It simply said….

I know you feel like you have no one right now Harry. Please don’t feel that way Harry, you have
me, and Ron. I know Sirius was a big loss if you need to talk you can always ask me.

Love

Hermione

Something about this letter made Harry mad, so mad in fact that it burned in his hands. The rest
of his presents did not matter to Harry, sure they were all nice in their own way but it was
nothing compared to the photo album Hermione gave him. Harry fell asleep looking at the photo album
that night.

Harry woke up early that morning and instinctively grabbed his wand and headed down to the
Quidditch pitch. Dumbledore stood there waiting for Harry.

“Good we can start now, today I decided I want to learn what you are capable of. I am going to
have you duel with Professor Snape.” As Dumbledore said that Harry noticed Snape step out of the
shadows.

“What I have to duel Snape? What kind of training is this?” Harry asked

“If your to afraid to duel with me you don’t have to Potter.” Snape sneered at Harry.

“Ha you wish, I just said that because this will be to easy!” Harry snapped back.

“Gentlemen, why can’t you two ever get along? Oh and Harry the Apparation wards are back up so
you can not do the apparate while dueling thing.” Dumbledore said.

“Professor why did you just tell me this, and not lizard breath?” Harry asked.

“Because Harry, it drains a wizard heavily to do this type of maneuver, the only wizards that I
know of who are powerful enough to do it is Voldemort, you, and me.” Dumbledore said with a twinkle
in his eyes.

Harry’s jaw dropped. “What?”

“Never mind, now on the count of three you may begin. One… Two… Three!” Dumbledore yelled.

“EXSPELLIARMUS!” Professor Snape yelled

Harry just stood there and watched the jet of blue light rush at him, and the last second he
flicked his wand just the right way and concentrated on returning the spell to his potions
professor, it worked and Snape had to dodge his own spell.

“Professor please, this isn’t second year your going to have to try your best!” Harry
snapped.

“BLASTIK!” Professor Snape yelled as a jet of orange light rushed towards Harry.

Harry easily rolled out of the way of this curse. But then something weird happened the spell
turned around and headed back towards Harry again. ‘What the hell?’ Harry thought to himself.
“PROTEGO!” Harry yelled as the shield spell erected around him. Snape’s spell shattered Harry’s
shield and hit him. Harry flew a few feet and fell to the floor with pain. Harry was trying to pull
himself up but it just hurt too much. He barley heard Professor Snape yell the disarming spell as
he fell unconscious.

Harry woke late that night, once he realized how late it was he knew Hermione had to be here. He
pulled himself out of the bed in the hospital wing of Hogwarts, not caring for what Madame Promfre
had to say. His ribs hurt him slightly but it wasn’t really too bad, he could manage. He slowly got
up out of bed, he was only wearing his knickers so he looked around and found his clothes and his
wand. He walked to the door and opened it up. He was free he could now go see Hermione, or so he
thought.

“POTTER! Just were do you think you are going too?” Madame Promfre yelled at Harry as she came
bursting through her office door.

“Um, going to go see Hermione.” Harry said his courage mounting up.

“Well she is just fine she arrived right on time with the rest of the Muggle Born students. So
just go back to bed you need your rest you will be fine tomorrow.”

“NO! I am going to go see Hermione.” Harry started to make his exit

Madame Promfre waved her wand and the door closed and locked. “Now Potter go to sleep.”

Harry was getting mad, he was fine Madame Promfre even said he was he just needed to sleep
tonight. Why couldn’t he see Hermione? Harry not thinking straight pointed his wand at the door and
without even saying the incantation the door blew open.

“Potter if you go through that door I will give you a months worth of detentions. Do you really
have to see Hermione that bad?”

“I have too I love her!” Harry stopped he couldn’t believe he just said that. ‘What? I love her?
I guess I do I really do love Hermione. She is the only one who has always been there for me.’
Harry thought to himself.

Madame Promfre tried to stop Harry but it was too late he was already gone. Harry ran to the
portrait of the fat lady and said the password and walked in it was all dark. There were only two
people in the room, it was Ron and Hermione. It wasn’t however the Ron and Hermione he had hoped to
find. What were Ron and Hermione doing? ‘NO!’ Harry shouted to himself, they were kissing. Harry
turned around and ran. He heard them shout for him be he didn’t care he was gone.

Harry ran and ran he wanted to cry so bad, but he wanted to be strong, he was a Gryffidor after
all. He ran to the first room he could think of, the room of requirement.

A/N: Ah don’t hate me! Please don’t this will be Harry Hermione trust me! As a matter of fact
next chapter there will be a Harry and Hermione moment. I promise!



5. You Can
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A/N: Wow it has been a while hasn’t it? Well sorry, I doubt I have any readers but o well I
thought I would finish this story, because I think it has some potential. Plus I went back to my
favorite story of all time and I found it still isn’t finished and it made me mad, so I guess that
is how all of you feel so here we go….

Harry Potter and the Great Magical War

Chapter 5

You Can’t Always Get What you Want….

Harry ran and ran he wanted to cry so bad, but he wanted to be strong, he was a Gryffindor after
all. He immediately ran into the first room he could think of, the room of requirement.

As Harry entered the room it immediately morphed into what he exactly needed the DA room. It
seemed empty without all of his cheerful ‘students’. “I guess Hermione will have to take over, I am
done with risking people’s lives.” Harry thought to himself. Before he could think of anything more
the door opened and Hermione burst through.

“Harry what you saw back there…. I…”

Hermione couldn’t finish what she wanted to say, because Harry kissed her full on the lips.
Hermione indeed kissed back, but not for long she pushed herself away, Harry knew it couldn’t last,
he knew he couldn’t be happy.

“I’m sorry Harry, but Ron and I are more then friends.”

“Hermione, I love you, how, and when?” A very depressed Harry asked

“I came here to Hogwarts to find you in the Hospital again, and I just broke down and he was
there for me. I love you too Harry, it’s just that can’t be with you and be hurt over and over
again.” Hermione said and she started to cry, she really did love Harry.

Harry immediately embraced his love and apologized to her over and over again…

“Hermione if we love each other, can’t we be together?”

“No” And with that Hermione left the room.

Nearly four months have passed since Hermione shot Harry down. True to his word Harry stuck to
Dumbledore’s training schedule, Hermione also took over the DA. Harry had been keeping to himself
lately, he felt betrayed by Ron, even though he knew that Ron didn’t know he liked Hermione. He
also felt hurt whenever he talked to Hermione.

Harry’s alarm clock rang at five fifteen just like almost ever other morning for the past four
months. Harry made his way down to the Quidditch pitch to find Dumbledore and once again Snape
waiting for him.

Before Dumbledore could say anything Snape piped up. “Well Potter it looks like you get a
rematch, I do hope you don’t act like a little baby again and end up in the hospital. BLASTIK!”

Harry just stood there and watched the jet of light rush at him, at the last second he raised
his wand up and the spell immediately stopped and turned around and headed straight for Snape.

Professor Snape immediately started waving his wand around and muttering “Finite” and he finally
got the spell to disappear.

Harry slowly walked around Snape in a circle, in one fluid motion he then raised his wand and a
jet of silver light rushed at Snape. There was absolutely nothing the potions professor could do,
all attempts were futile as Snape fell to the floor, and into a trance.

Professor Dumbledore immediately took notice to what Harry was doing, not sure whether or not to
intervene, so he just stood and watched.

“Tell me Professor, how do you rank among your fellow death eaters, for example if you all had
to duel for leadership how would you do?” Harry asked getting straight to the point.

In a very monotone voice Snape said “Roughly the middle.”

“Is there any extremely powerful wizards or witches I have to worry about besides
Voldemort?”

Again in the monotone voice of Professor Snape said “There are three of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
lieutenants that you have to worry about. One you know named John Smith he is the least powerful of
the three. The next is Sung Chein, the Asian seductress. You Know Who used her to gather
intelligence for him, she can get it pretty easy out of some very powerful male wizards. Don’t let
her looks fool you even the headmaster would have trouble with her. The last I do not know his
name, all I know about him is that he is said to be You Know Who’s son, and his mother is a very
powerful unspeakable turned evil, it is said that everything Master can do his son can do.”

After getting the info he needed out of the potions master Harry just pointed his wand at Snape
and a jet of red sparks shot out of it and knocked the professor out. Harry then turned and started
walking towards Hogsmeade.

“Just were do you think your going?” Dumbledore asked.

“I am ready, I am going to go kill Voldemort so I can be with Hermione.” Harry said some tears
started to fall from his face, this was not right he thought. He was not a stone cold killer he
needed to have his friends back, he needed to have his godfather back.

“How will killing Voldemort get you Hermione?”

“Because she said that she couldn’t be with me while I was in danger, she said as long as I
could die any second she said she didn’t know if she could take it.”

“What did you say to her after that?”

“Nothing really all I have been doing for the past three and a half months is train, I haven’t
really talked to her or Ron since then.”

“Harry….” Dumbledore was speechless he knew this had to be correct to explain for why Harry had
improved so much, but he couldn’t live with himself knowing that Harry gave up so much.

“I know Professor it isn’t right but it is for the best, I think I can beat him now.” Harry said
trying to lighten the mood up.

“Your wrong, you wouldn’t last ten minutes with him right now, you could probably only take down
one of the three lieutenants. You need to be at pure heart, you need to have love flowing through
you, you have to keep your friends for you to reach your true potential.”

“So what? I give up training to be a kid again?”

“Wrong! Keep training as hard as you have been, but don’t leave your friends in the dark, have
them help you when they can.”

“Thanks professor, so you really think I can’t last ten minutes with Voldemort?”

“Harry I can’t last twenty minutes with him.” Dumbledore said his usual blue twinkling eyes were
gone, they were no a dull gray.”

“But… Professor the Department of Mysteries you seemed to be beating him there.” Harry asked
shocked, and now very scared.

“That wasn’t even a five minute fight, he wasn’t nearly close to full power that day, now I
suggest you go upstairs and get ready for your classes, your teachers tell me you are
slacking.”

“Sir, its just its so boring, plus what happened to Defense against the Dark Arts classes? I
mean it’s a mockery right now, for crying out loud Neville could beat the bloody Professor in a
duel. AND sir when does Advanced Defense Magic start?”

“Well we are getting a new Defense Against the Dark arts teacher, and we get a Advanced Defense
Magic teacher right after the Christmas holiday, we wanted to start it earlier but he is on a very
crucial mission and wont be back in time.”

“Who is the mystery man he sounds pretty powerful?”

“Well he is, he was a Marauder after all, now I suggest you get to your classes and do your
homework early because tomorrow we will duel.” And with that Professor Dumbledore was gone.

Harry was shocked Remus Lupin was coming back to Hogwarts. Harry chocked up for a second the
last of his dad’s close friends. “Wow maybe we can win this war after all.” Harry thought to
himself.

Before Harry could think any more about Lupin the class bell rang. Harry had no more time to
think, because he was late for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

“Potter your late!” Professor Jensen said to Harry and he ran through the door breathing
heavily.

“Yeah, sorry, oh and I don’t know if I will even be here tomorrow.” Harry responding not really
carrying if it made Jensen angry.

“WHAT!” Professor Jensen yelled at Harry. “Do you know how important this class is!
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is out there and this class will teach you how to survive!”

“No offense sir, but you are teaching us stuff that we learned in second year! I mean for crying
out loud you say we have to work are way up to the full body bind curse!”

“Listen Potter just because your Parents died to save you doesn’t mean you can come into my
class room acting like your such a big shot now go and take your seat!” Jensen yelled as he pointed
his wand to Harry’s seat.

All the glass in the room shattered, and paper started to fly around as Harry managed to mutter
“Yes sir.” And he then took his seat.

Jensen turned his attention back to the class and he started to say “Now today we will start
with the disarming curse….”

“Psst…. Hermione” Harry whispered

“What?” Hermione scolded at Harry

“Listen I’m sorry, just because you are with Ron I shouldn’t hate you. So if you will have me,
will you be my friend again?” Harry asked in a very cheesy way.

“Sure” Hermione smiled at Harry

“Great, hey let me buy you supper tonight?”

“Ok my last class ends at six so I will meet you in the entrance hall then.”

“Ok grea…..”

“POTTER! That’s it you got detention tonight.” Jensen yelled at Harry, obviously mad about the
talking.

“Um, sir I have plans tonight, how about tomorrow?”

The class giggled, none of them really had any respect for this man. They wanted to be
challenged luckily for them they had DA with Hermione.

“Potter don’t make me bring you to the headmasters office!”

“Ok Professor, listen I can’t make the detention tonight so how about we compromise and I will
go twice as long tomorrow night?” Harry asked, he was genially serious he was not going to miss his
dinner with Hermione.

“Ok Potter I tell you what, if you can get my wand away from me before I get yours you don’t
have to go to detention tonight or any other night, but if I get yours you have to go tonight and
for the rest of the week?” Jensen asked, he was so sure you could beat a little overrated sixteen
year old, and maybe win the respect of his class.

Harry burst out laughing at this. “Are you serious?”

“ON the count of three! ONE…TWO… THREE..!” The professor yelled and sent a barrage of curses at
Harry, who dove away from his seat in time to avoid the curses.

“CLOTH BANASHI!” Harry yelled the spell instantly hit the professor striping him of all his
cloths besides his boxers. “Oops sorry Professor you wanted me to take your want right? Well in
that case EXSPELLIARMUS!” Harry yelled as the Professor went flying out the door losing his
wand.

“HARRY…HARRY…HARRY!” Everyone started to chant.

A very embarrassed Harry gave a little fake bow. He then bent over and asked Hermione when the
next DA meeting was. She responded “Tonight at ten, so we have to be back from dinner by then.”

Harry smiled and responded with “Great I will be there, well see you at six tonight, I better go
apologize to Dumbledore.” And with that Harry ran out the door.

A/N: Sorry if that completely sucked, I feel I lost a lot of writing ‘power’ lol. Hopefully next
chapter I will be a little more I don’t know, not as sucky?



6. Changes Turn and Face the Strange
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A/N: Well I don’t know what to say besides, with senior year and work, I kind of forgot all
about Harry Potter fan fiction. But now its settling down a bit and I decided to properly finish
it.

Harry Potter and the Great Magical War

Chapter 6

Changes Turn and Face the Strange

Christmas time rolled around at Hogwarts, Harry’ dinner with Hermione went horribly wrong, she
would have none of it. She would not go out with Harry, she said it wouldn’t be fair to Ron. Harry
keeping to Dumbledore’s advice did not keep his friends involved, though they really weren’t his
friends like they used to be. Ron was sour at Harry for trying to pull the “moves” on his
Hermione.

Training was going great, Harry was able to Duel with Professor Dumbledore for a good half an
hour before the Headmaster could get the best of him. In fact today after twenty minutes of Dueling
Harry managed to disarm his headmaster, but with a bit of fancy wand less magic Dumbledore got it
back.

“You know Professor it really isn’t fair, how am I supposed to beat you? It does no good for me
to disarm you?” Harry asked chuckling a bit.

“Harry my boy, you mean you can’t do it? The-Boy-Who-Lived cannot do wand less magic?”
Dumbledore said with a big blue twinkle in his eye.

Harry just shot an evil glare at his Headmaster.

“Well then we will just have to fix that huh? Tomorrow morning we will begin a new cycle of your
training.” And with that Dumbledore headed back up to the castle.

Harry couldn’t wait to try it. He mastered it in a few days though there were limitations,
powerful curses like the killing one and shield charms, should not be used by it unless in extreme
circumstances because it drains the wizard way to much.

Soon it was time for Harry’s first quidditch game of the year, against Slytherian or what was
left of them. But first he had to go have breakfast with his team.

“Hey Harry!” Ron said as Harry took a seat in-between him and Katie Bell.

“Hey Ron, why so happy? I thought you hated me right now?” Harry asked

“Well, I have decided to forgive you, plus I am no longer going out with Hermione, we ended it
late last night.”

Harry was about to reply to this but team caption Katie Bell spoke up first. “Alright team, this
is the first game of the year, I know it’s a late start to the season, but the Headmaster wanted to
make sure things were calm enough. Now I know the odds are against us, with two new chasers, and
two new beaters but I am sure we can do it, now lets head down to the pitch.” Bell said in a very
Oliver Wood esc, style.

With the speech all the Gryffindors erupted in cheers and headed straight down.

“Hey Harry hold up.” Katie called Harry turned around to face his caption. “Listen, Harry please
catch the Snitch right away, we both know we don’t stand a chance to stay even in points that
long.

Harry could just nod at this, and the two of them headed down, to meet up with the rest of the
team. As soon as he reached the pitch he could already hear the chants of “Weasley is our King” by
the Slytherians. Harry just shrugged it off and hoped Ron pulled another one out of the air like he
did last year.

Harry quickly dressed and joined Katie, Ron, and the rest of the team on the pitch, he made it
just in time to hear Madame Hotch say “Captions shake hands, alright on the count of three mount
your brooms. THREE…TWO………”

“THREE!!! HAHA CRUCIO!” Tom Riddle or more commonly know as Lord Voldemort to the wizarding
world appeared with a pop, along with hundreds of others around him.

“Shit” was all Harry could muster and screams erupted every where, even more started as Harry
felt a cold shiver run down his spine as he immediately turned around to see more then a thousand
dementors were charging them.

Simultaneous Dumbledore and Harry both yelled “EXPECTO PATRONUM!” A giant phoenix and stage
charged the dementors.

“Well well Mr. Potter, fancy bit of magic there eh?” Voldemort said as he slowly mad his way
towards him, a circle of Death Eaters placed themselves around Harry and Voldemort with their backs
turned so their ‘master’ could take care of the boy.

“Tom I am surprised to see you hear, usually your too much of a coward to show up!” Harry spat
his scar ached but luckily the Occulemency classes Dumbledore gave him helped conceal the pain.

“You die now HALF BLOOD! AVEADA KEDAVERA!”

Harry who now by this point had his wand trained on Voldemort, he did not move it, nor did he
make any attempt to dodge the curse. Instead he made a motion with his left hand and a large rock
nearby came zooming in and intercepted the spell.

“REDUCTIO MAXSIMUS!” Harry yelled as he put as much power as he possible could muster into it.
The spell charged Voldemort he really couldn’t stop it, but he did take the more vicious side
affects away from it. The spell still hit though and Voldemort flew back onto the ground. Harry did
not know what to do, he really didn’t know any killing curses other then the unforgivable.

Suddenly there was another little pop behind Harry. It was the Great Albus Dumbledore.

“Quick, Harry, Voldemort somehow took down the apparition wards aparate to the Gryffindor locker
room.

Harry immediately did what he was told and with a pop he was gone.

“Harry I am sorry I did not come sooner, but I knew you could handle yourself for a bit, there
are others who can’t.” Dumbledore said with all the twinkle in his eye gone.

“Albus, why aren’t the others hear to help?” Harry asked knowing there time away from Voldemort
couldn’t last because there was explosions all around

At this question Dumbledore looked even sandier. “Harry Voldemorts’ three lieutenants are
guarding the entrance to the pitch. NO one dares thinking about trying to get past them, well
besides the Order,” Dumbledore let out a sigh before he finished “There dead Harry.”

“WHAT ALL OF THEM!” Harry yelled tears starting go come down his cheeks.

“No but most, the Weasley’s, Tonks, and Reamus are on a separate mission. One that does not
matter anymore. Listen we don’t got time, apparate some place safe like Grinwald place. I have to
go save my school.”

“NO, listen we both know you cant kill him, it’s against the Prophecy. But if we do it together
maybe we can fulfill it!” Harry said starting to get excited a bit.

“No, I can not let my only great grandson die.” Dumbledore said with a smile, some small
twinkling back in his eye.

Harry was about to speak but Dumbledore apparated away to join the fight. Harry was shell
shocked for a minute. His brain couldn’t process all that was going on. He managed to snap out of
it and run out of the locker room onto the pitch to see a dozen red stunners sent by death eaters
head his way. He aimed his wand at them and muttered “Protectus!” Concentrating hard the strongest
shield charm ever created, one used by Merlin himself erected around Harry. Immediately all of the
stunners stopped dead in their tracks. Harry using another one of Dumbledore’s tricks made some
weird slashing motions with his wand, and then held up his hand and wand and yelled “MULTIPLIUS
STUPIEFY!” Immediately red balls of light shot out of his wand, and hand and stunned nearly twenty
Death Eaters.

Harry then turned his attention Dumbledore’s and Voldemorts Duel. It did not look good for his
great grandfather. Voldemort was wearing him out fast.

“AVEADA KEDAVERA!” Voldemort yelled and the killing curse rushed towards Dumbledore but this
time, something was different. This time Dumbledore couldn’t protect himself.

“EXSPELLIARMUS!” Harry yelled as he sent a disarming spell to intercept Voldemorts killing one.
Luckily it worked and the two spells connected just like they did back in his fourth year.

“Enough of these games!” Voldemort yelled and broke the connection with Harry.

Harry immediately at this apparated right behind Voldemort and sent a Reducto curse into his
back.

“Ahh, POTTER! I see your worthless headmaster has taught you a few new tricks, well I know them
two.” And with that Voldemort apparated right in front of Harry and stuck his wand in his face.

Harry was ready for this and like a sword his wand went up and blocked it. “POP, POP” Voldemort
and Harry both apparated away from each other.

“Well Potter it looks like you could actually make this fun!”

“Harry!” Someone yelled from behind Harry, he immediately turned around to see. Hermione running
at him, with her wand at hand.

“NO stay ba…..” Harry could not finish all he heard before all went horribly worng.

“AVEDA KEDAVERA!” Voldemort yelled sending the killing curse right at Harry.

There was absolutely nothing he could do, he was going to die, the prophecy would be fulfilled.
Suddenly from the side Harry was pushed out of the way by his great grandfather Albus Dumbledore,
he smiled at Harry and managed to say “Take care of my school, AVEDA KEDAVERA!” Dumbledore yelled
sending every last bit of him into this spell and the killing curse flew at Voldemort with an
ungodly like speed. The spell hit and Voldemort disappeared into a bunch of smoke and ashes.

Voldemorts spell also hit its unintentional target and Dumbledore dropped dead to the
ground.

“NO!!!!!!!!!, AVEDA KEDAVERA, AVEDA KEDAVERA, AVEDA KEDAVERA, AVEDA KEDAVERA!” Harry yelled
immediately four of the remaining Death Eaters dropped to the ground dead. The rest disapperated
away. Harry then fell to the ground, in pain mostly mentally, he was magically drained beyond
belief.

Harry slowly pulled himself up and surveyed the damage done, the pitch was unrecognizable,
Voldemort had completely destroyed everything. Harry then turned his eyes onto Hermione who was
lying on the ground. Harry quickly made his way over to her, he hoped that she wasn’t dead he
couldn’t loose two people he loved in one battle.

“Hermione are you all right?” Harry asked

Hermione slowly looked up into Harry’s eyes and opened her mouth to speak “Harry, I am sorry, Oh
Harry I love you so much.” Hermione said and she pulled herself up and gave Harry a very passionate
kiss. After a minute they broke apart Harry then turned around and pointed his wand at his great
grandfather and Albus floated into the air.

“Come on be better get back to the castle to find out what’s all going on.” Harry said and the
two made there way over there.

Harry and Hermione almost made it to the front entrance when Fudge intercepted him with a group
of his personal aurors.

“Harry I do hope you realize you used a unforgivable curse, you know that is an automatic life
sentence in azkabam, you are going to have to come with us.” Fudge said with an almost triumphant
smile on his face.

Harry turned to face the man, his emerald green eyes burning as he spoke “I dare you minister.”
Then Harry turned his back to him once again, and took the body of Albus up into the hospital
wing.

After Harry and Hermione left the hospital wing Harry really did not know what to do. There was
so much death outside, and he was not ready to face it, and obviously there wouldn’t be no school a
good portion of the staff was dead.

There was a sudden pop in front of Harry and there stood Remus.

“Harry! I just heard! I am so sorry I wasn’t hear to help.” Remus said as he pulled Harry into a
big hug. “Listen what is left of the Order is gathering in the Headmasters office, I am sorry
Hermione but you can not come.”

Hermione understood and went to the dormitory to cry, she wanted to tell Harry that Ron was
missing, but she didn’t have the heart too yet.

Harry and Lupin walked without a word to the headmasters office, there stood in front of the
gargoyle the reaming order members Arthur, Molly, Fred, George, and Tonks. Along with two teachers
McGonagall, and Hagrid.

“What’s going on why are you all waiting outside?” Remus demanded

“The thing wont open until the new headmaster gives it a password.” Minerva said

“What?” Harry asked as he approached it.

Suddenly the gargoyle sprang to life and said “Welcome Headmaster Potter, what would you like
the new password to be?’

A/N: NO obviously Harry is not going to be the new headmaster, he is still in school! But when
Dumbledore said “Take care of my school.” I think the gargoyle would have taken it that way. Plus
it was a little fun thing to add.



7. A Little Peace
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A/N: A/N: Well I only got 2 reviews for that chapter, that makes me a little sad, and it also
makes me extremely uninspired. So please review for this chapter! Also someone asked what was the
Dumbledore being Harry’s great grandfather. Well I put that in the last chapter as a surprise for
Harry, I thought it would make his death a little more meaningful for. Also I know a lot of people
died in the last chapter, and when I am done with this story or maybe when I have some time, I will
write a one shot called Moody’s Story, that will say how they all died trying to help Dumbledore
and Harry.

Harry Potter and the Great Magical War

Chapter 7

A Little Peace

Suddenly the gargoyle sprang to life and said “Welcome Headmaster Potter, what would you like
the new password to be?’

“WHAT!?!” A very surprised Harry asked “How, what would make you think I am the Headmaster.”

“Just pick a password Harry, we can figure the rest out inside.”

“Um, my new password is Snuffles” Harry said with a sad look on his face.

Harry and the rest of them quickly made there way up the stairs, and were surprised to see all
of Albus Dumbledore’s personal possessions were gone.

“Okay, the first thing we need to do, is for Harry to pick a new headmaster for the school, or
at least an temporary one until the Ministry of Magic gets back on their feet and appoints one.”
Minerva said taking charge

“Well, erm I guess the only person I can see doing that is you Headmaster McGonagall, but before
I give up my power.” Harry paused with a smile on his face. “I would like to appoint Remus Lupin
the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher.”

“Thank you Harry.” Lupin said with a semi happy smile on his face.

“Ok, well everyone take a seat.” Minerva said and waved her wand and enough chairs for everyone
appeared.

“Ok, this is hard to say but, the Order suffered heavy losses, along with several students who
got trapped in the crossfire on the quidditch pitch, the good news is Albus managed to save almost
all of them before.” Minerva paused and wiped a tear from her cheek and finished “Before he died.
But we have even greater news, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is gone for good!”

At that everyone but Harry started to cheer. Harry hated to break the news to them but said it
anyway. “Voldemort is not dead.”

At this everyone stopped cheering and looked at him as if their life was over.

“But Harry his body was no were to be found, you and Albus must have obliterated him.” Remus
said with a hopeful look on his face.

“Albus sent the killing curse at him, not me. He will be back, it is just a matter of time.”
Harry said he was very upset.

At this Hagrid slammed his fists on the Desk and yelled “THAT DAMN PROPHECY!”

“Well if that is case, the order must regroup, we also must go after and kill the You-Know-Who’s
two remaining lieutenants.” Remus started to say with a big grim look on his face

“Wrong, non of you should dare think about going after them you will die, and what do you mean
the two remaining ones?” Harry asked

“The Asian, and his s-s-son survived, Moody was able to kill the other one. Also Harry we can’t
let those two on the loose. With them around You-Know-Who will be able to come back quicker.”
Minerva said

“Yes I know, but the way I see it is there is no way he can come back for at least a couple of
years. I mean he didn’t even start to try for ten years last time. He is stronger now, and also he
wants to come back soon before I get stronger. Now about the last two lieutenants, I will take a
little trip over the holiday and finish them off.”

“No you will not! Harry you are still just a kid, you can not go and fight those two.” Remus
said standing up.

“SIT DOWN! How dare you say I am just a kid! My Parents are dead, Sirius the closest thing I
have ever had to a father is dead, and now Albus Dumbledore who I just found out today is my great
grandfather is dead! All because of the scum like them! You guys can stop me for now, but the day I
turn seventeen is the day they die!”

“Well if you want to go get yourself killed, you are going to have to wait until you are of
age!” Molly said, with Arthur nodding in agreement.

“Fine, and if you want the order to cease to exist you guys go after them because they will kill
you all easily.” And with that Harry stormed out leaving the order alone in the headmasters
office.

Harry made his way out through the gargoyle to see Hermione waiting there for him crying.
“Harry! Oh Harry there is something I need to tell you.” Hermione said crying throwing herself into
Harry’s shoulder.

“What is it Hermione?” Harry asked pulling Hermione into a deep embrace.

“It’s Ron, Harry he is missing, no one has seen him since Voldemort attacked.”

“What? Is he dead?”

“No, I don’t know we just can’t find him.” Hermione said bursting into tears once again.

“Accio Muarders Map!” Harry yelled and instantly the Maurders map came zooming towards him.

Harry on instinct pulled his wand out and tapped it on the empty sheet of parchment and said “I
solemnly swear I am up to no good.” As soon as he said that a huge rush of relief came around him.
“Hermione he is alive! But he must be badly injured he is still at the Quidditch pitch.”

Harry and Hermione raced down there as fast as they could, using the map Harry was able to
locate Ron, he was buried under a bunch of ruble with Luna Loovegood. Harry and Hermione quickly
elevated all of the rocks, and stuff off of them and levitated them up to the Hospital wing. Madame
Promfry was greatly surprised to find out that they were both still alive, if they had been buried
any longer they would have died from it.

As Harry and Hermione made their way out Harry couldn’t help but notice on Dumbledore’s bed
there were already hundreds of bouquets of flowers all over him, Harry swore he could almost make
out an angelic halo over his head. Also Phawk’s Albus’ pet phoenix was perched on the bed stand,
upon seeing Harry he left it and majestically floated over and landed on Harry’s shoulder, he stuck
out his leg and Harry unwrapped a very long note from his leg. It was from Dumbledore.

“Um, Hermione if it wouldn’t be too much trouble do you think I could read this alone?”

Hermione nodded and silently made her way up to the Gryffindor tower. Harry strolled out onto
the Lawn and sat under the tree where his parents used to sit, and opened Dumbledore’s letter.

Dear Harry,

Sadly if you are reading this it must mean that I am dead. Now first I must say I do hope that
you all miss me. Now seriously I must say this, if you killed Voldemort great, he is dead for good.
But if I or anyone else had any part in his demise then he is still alive. I would have to guess
anywhere from 2-5 year’s until he returns if that is the case. Please Harry keep practicing your
Occulemcncy, and your Dueling skills. You will need it for when he returns. The good news is when
he returns you will have the advantage because I daresay Harry you are a far greater wizard then
any of us could have ever imagined.. You will find several books in your house that can help you
out. Now that brings me up to my next topic your house. The house in Godrics hallow was not your
parents normal residence they were just hiding out there. The Potter family mansion is located on a
small private lake in the country side by Stratford Upon Avon. I would like to be buried by my
wife’s’ grave on the opposite side of the lake in the Potter burial site. I am sure you are
wondering how exactly I am your great grandfather. The answer to that is I am James’s mother’s
father. Yes I know it is a mouthful but that is how we are related. Now that being said, you are my
only remaining relative, besides for my brother Aberforth whom I never really got along with, also
I am not a Potter by blood nor is Aberforth so it wouldn’t be right for us to keep your mansion
from you.. Also Sirius left you his house, and all of his families money, though if I may but in,
Remus could use a place to stay. One final bit of business that must be discussed is were you are
going to spend your final summer of schooling at? Well everyone would have to agree with me by
saying that you are more then capable of handling yourself and you can stay at the mansion. When
the time comes for you to go there just ask Phawk’s to bring you the portkey I made for it, once
you have seen it once you will be able to apparate there, though in the future you may want to put
protective wards around it. Finally I must say Harry is that I sincerely apologize to you. I should
have let you live with me when you were a child. But I was just to busy with the school, and I
reasoned that you would be safer at the Dursely’s house rather then with me. I was a fool Harry! If
I could change that I would.

With all the Love and old man can give,

Albus Dumbledore

Harry finished reading the letter and started to cry silently about it. He was happy and sad all
at the same time. All of his question were answered. Also he had a house of his own, he didn’t ever
have to go back to the Dursely’s, but he was still sad so many people have died because of him, and
more would. The war was not over. Voldemort will be back, Harry just hoped he would be better
prepared for the next time.

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It had been two days since the death of Voldemort, Ron had just gotten out of his comma along
with Luna. Families were leaving the Hogwarts ground and returning back to their homes. Since they
all started school early by almost a month, the students were granted an extra long Easter holiday,
instead of the usual one week, they were now granted two. Once they returned they would be meeting,
their new Potions, DADA, and Care of Magical Creatures teachers. Hagrid recently resigned saying
that since Dumbledore was gone he no longer felt obligated to stay. As soon as Dumbledore’s funeral
was done with he was going to leave for Paris to be with Madame Maxime. Dumbledore’s funeral was
going to take place in three days, at the Potter mansion.

“Hermione are you sure you want to come with me? Don’t you think you should be with your
parents?” Harry asked standing in the Gryffindor common room next to the portkey that would take
him to his families house.

“Yes, I have told you a thousand times Harry. My family is all muggles, they do not understand
what just happened. Plus I do not want to miss Dumbledore’s funeral. Now I am very curious to see
your mansion lets go!” As soon as Hermione said that Harry nodded and they both grabbed the portkey
which was one of Phawk’s feathers.

Harry felt the familiar tug on his navel and landed with a thud on the front lawn of a beautiful
house, on a 20 acre lake.

“Wow Harry it’s wow!” Hermione said

“HARRY POTTER! Oh Dobby is pleased to see you have arrived on time sir!” Dobby the house elf
squeaked.

“Dobby? What are you doing here? I thought you were still at Hogwarts?” Harry asked

“Oh no sir! Dobby is now Harry Potters’ house elf.” Dobby squeaked out.

“Wow, that’s nice of you Dobby.” Harry said, Hermione then glared at him and Harry quickly added
“But remember Dobby you are free, and I will pay you whatever Hogwart’s did.”

“Oh there is no need to pay Dobby, Dobby owes Harry Potter for freeing him from the horrible
Malfoys. Now would Harry Potter like a tour of his house?”

“Sure lead the way.” Harry responded

“Well out here the twenty acre lake is all yours, along with a good chunk of land on the other
side where, Albus’s funeral is going to be held. Over on this side you own everything too the
nearest road which is over five hundred acres away.” Dobby paused to let Harry and Hermione survey
the surrounding area. “Inside there are 4 floors. Here, on the first you have all the entertaining
area’s, on the second is your room, two more guest rooms, and a very large bathroom. The third
consists of a very large library, your office, and a couple more guest rooms. On the fourth floor
is just miscellaneous rooms, like a game room, it seems your father was very found of a muggle game
called pool.” Dobby squeaked out very fast.

“Thank you Dobby, I think we can manage from here.” Harry said, and with that Dobby gave a loud
pop and he was gone.

“Come on Harry I want to see the library!” Hermione squealed with joy. And she ran up the stairs
to the third floor.

“Oh my Harry, it’s huge! It is almost half the size of the Hogwarts library!”

“Yea, this just doesn’t seem right. I can’t have my own house.” Harry said an a almost joking
voice.

“Yea, oh Harry there is an owl waiting to be let in over there.” Hermione said pointing to a
large window on the far side of the room.

Harry quickly walked over, and let the large barn owl in. It was from the wizarding burial
company. Harry read the letter it was just some facts about the times, and telling him all the
guests were invited and were scheduled to starting showing about around noon three days from
now.

“What was that letter about?” Hermione asked

Harry just handed it over to her and walked over to a nearby desk, and took out some parchment
and a quill and scribbled out two notes. One two all the order members inviting them to come over
and stay the night before the funeral. The second one was to the Weasley’s inviting them to come
over tomorrow, and to stay as long as they wish .

As Harry sent out the letters, he felt some tears trickle down his cheeks. All this funeral
arranging brought back really bad memories. Hermione saw this and slowly walked over to Harry and
pulled him into a deep embrace and kissed him softly on the lips.

A/N: Well that is it for this chapter, not much to say. But REVIEW!



8. A Funeral
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A/N: YAY two more reviews lol, at least one is positive and the other offers some good
criticism. I know a lot of the characters do not have that much depth yet, but that is because it
was mostly action stuff, but now there is going to be a break in that for a bit, at least until
Harry turns seventeen. So hopefully I can build up the characters, well time for chapter 8.

Harry Potter and the Great Magical War

Chapter 8

A Funeral

“You want me to break Harry?” Ron asked as he finished racking up all of the que balls.

“What? Yeah, sure.” Harry answered not really paying attention to what Ron was saying.

“Is something wrong Harry?” Ron asked a little timidly, he usually left the counseling to
Hermione.

“Jeez Ron you can be think of course something is wrong.” Harry snapped

“Harry besides the obvious, you seem different, that’s all.”

Harry sighed for a second, then decided to answer. “It is all happening so fast, I mean at the
start of the year we all hated each other, then the training happened, then the fight, then
Dumbledore dies, and then the other night Hermione kisses me, I love her, and I know she loves me
its just is it meant to be?”

“Harry, I was bloody prat. I never should have asked Hermione out.” Ron paused for a second and
shot the white que ball hard into the assorted colors, and striped balls on the other side of the
table. Knocking in the 1, 6, and 13 ball in. “I guess I am solids, anyways what I was saying, it
was really dumb of me to do that. Everyone knows you two are meant for each other. It is obvious, I
am just happy now that you two are alive still. We can finally enjoy ourselves without worrying
about a big bad guy floating around.” Ron finished as he took aim at the three ball and missed
horribly.

“Ron, there still are two big bad guys floating around, not just the big big bad guy.” Harry
paused and shot at the 9 ball and dropped it in, and he also did the same with the 15, and 12 ball.
“I wonder what is going on in the Ministry right now? It has almost been a week since Voldemort
disappeared for a bit, is there going to be a new Minister? What are they going to be doing about
Aurors? I mean isn’t there only a handful left or something.” Harry asked quickly changing the
subject.

“Wow, what’s with all of the questions? From what Dad tells me there will be a new Minister and
it looks like that Bones girl, you know the one you had the trial with is going to be it. And about
the Aurors? Well you know how hard it used to be to get into it? Now they are practically having
open enrollment, all you need is a E on your DADA, and Newt to join, ah damn you beat me again.”
Ron said as Harry dropped the eight ball in.

“Hey Ron lets turn on the radio, the news should be on now.” Harry said as he walked over and
turned on the wizarding radio.

“And for the top news of the evening Brian Greene, an Unspeakable has thrown his hat into the
race for the next Minister of Magic. He says that all spells, that could inflict damage to a person
should be outlawed, and that power dampener spells should be placed on all wizards and witches, so
if they ever show signs of turning evil their power will be cut.” Harry heard enough and turned the
radio off.

“Bloody hell, if only Dumbledore was alive to hear that.” Ron said and shook his head

“I’m not worried a guy like that will never get voted in. Come on Hermione and Dobby should have
supper ready.” Harry said as they headed down to the dining room.

Harry and Ron made their way down the stairs and were surprised to see Minerva McGonnagal, Remus
Lupin, and Susan Bones were all sitting at the table.

“You guys are here early I didn’t think you were going to be here tell dinner tonight.” Harry
said taking a seat at his usual spot, and Hermione came out and sat next to him. “So what do I owe
the unexpected pleasure of your visit Mrs. Bones?” Harry asked

“I don’t know if you know yet but, an unspeakable from the Ministry named Brian Greene has
announced his candidacy for Minister of Magic. It is in yours and my best interest if he does not
win.” Susan Bones said.

“Go on I’m listening.” Harry said leaning back in his chair.

“First of all, he along with a few people in the Ministry think you should be sent to Azkabam
for using the killing curse.” She paused for a minute to let this sink in and then continued. “Now
I for one think what you did was right, we that enforce the laws can not take them too seriously,
we must allow for bending in cases like this. Now that is not all, this man is a stickler for what
he calls “public safety” if he wins he will implicate a law that would have everyone bring their
wand in to be registered, and have a charm casted on it, that would send all curses it makes to the
ministry for record, and also the charm would enable the Minister of Magic to render it useless.
Now I think all of this is nice in theory, but it will be abused, and I for one will not surrender
my wand.”

“Nor will I.” Harry agreed “So what do you want me to do about it?” Harry asked

At this Bone’s cheeks flushed a bit. “I would like it very much if you voiced your support for
me as the next Minister of Magic. Along with you Minerva, Tonks, and the remaining members of the
Order are going to show their support for me.”

“Well as much as I would like to stay out of things like this, I will do it. Though I really
think it doesn’t matter, no one is going to vote for that lunatic.” Harry said

“Well actually Harry he is not to far behind in the polls. The people are afraid, I am afraid if
there is a Death Eater attack led by You-Know-Who’s son or any other powerful Death Eater for that
matter, it will almost be a grunted win for Greene. The wizarding world can’t defend itself right
now, I am surprised his son isn’t attacking right now, I do not know why he could almost win
grunted.” Susan Bones said

“I can answer that for you, he can’t kill me, it is a long story don’t ask. Though I think I
have a solution for you.” Harry said.

“Yes, and what is that?”

“Tell these two idiots to let me go after them and kill them.” Harry said in a very cold
voice

Remus immediately butted in and said “Absolutely not, or at least not until his sixth year is
over. Maybe this summer if he lets me come with him we can go and take care of the final two
lieutenants.”

“As much as I would like that, you have to listen to Remus he is your guardian after all. Now
according to the polls I have a 60 percent lead to his 40. I would think that will hold until the
May first vote. Sadly you will not be of age then so you can’t vote for me.” Susan Bones said with
a smile.

Before Harry could say anything a brilliant green fire appeared in the nearest fireplace, and a
very official looking ministry official said, “Mrs. Bones you are needed at the department
headquarters the dark mark has just appeared in London.” With that the man disappeared.

“Damn, stuff like this has to stop!” And with that she disaperated away.

Harry didn’t say anything for a few moments, and then finally asked “Is everything ready for the
funeral?”

“Yea, Everyone will start to arrive in a hour, Aberforth is giving the main speech, Hagrid will
say something, and then you have the highest honor of the final words on him, and dropping the
casket into the ground.” Minerva said

“Ok I will be in the Library send Dobby to get me when it is time to go.” With that Harry left
to the seclusion of the library, he needed to do some research on a few new spells, like
anti-apparation wards, and mostly wand less magic control.

****

“Harry Potter sir, you are needed at the funeral now.” Dobby said with a squeak as he popped
right next to Harry.

Harry jumped startled at Dobby’s sudden appearance. “Thank’s Dobby.” Harry said as he got up and
headed out of the house, and across the lake to where the funeral was taking place.

He took a seat next to Hermione and Ron, as soon as Harry sat down Hermione leaned on his
shoulder and quietly started to weep. It looked like almost all of the English wizarding world had
showed up to honor Dumbledore. There were hundreds of rows of seats, all packed with people.

“Well now that we are all here.” Aberforth said pausing and looking at Harry before he
continued. “ We are all here to honor on of history’s greatest wizards Albus Eugene Dumbledore. He
died doing what he was put on this Earth to do, that is protect people. Albus is the greatest
brother, and friend anyone could ask for. I know he would not want me to be up here and bore you
with trivial facts you can all read on his chocolate frog card. So I will let Hagrid take care of
that.” Aberforth smiled and took a seat.

From out of almost no where the great giant of a man Hagrid arose from the seats and stop in
front of everyone with the casket behind him. “Albus Dumbledore was a great man. I can not tell you
of all the things he has done for me. We are not really religious people, but I know Albus is with
God now, he is on the next great journey of life as he always put it. Only if he was alive right
now, to see was the Greene fellow wants to do. Albus would tell all of you not to give up control
over your magical powers like that. I know this isn’t the time to talk about things like that. I
just thought it needed to be said.” And with that Hagrid took a seat.

Hermione squeezed Harry’s hand a bit, and Harry took it as his queue to start his speech. He
quietly got up and walked to the front like Hagrid did and started. “I did not know Headmaster
Dumbledore like Hagrid, or Aberforth did, though I wish I could have. I just recently found out he
was my great grandfather, my last remaining blood relative from my fathers side.” Harry paused and
wiped a tear of his face. “I am happy to tell you all this, Albus died saving hundreds of people,
maybe even thousands, with his nifty spell work he nearly killed Voldemort.” Harry paused once more
as there was a collective gasp. “Yes, he nearly killed him, it will be a few years until Voldemort
is back or at least I hope it will be that long. Lets all pray for Albus’s soul tonight, though I
daresay he doesn’t need it.” Harry said and then turned around and pointed his wand at the closed
casket and hovered it over to the sixth foot hole in the ground and lowered his beloved headmaster
into it. The dirt magically covered up the hole and then Harry took his seat next to Hermione, and
Ron.

“That was all every nice, everyone is invited to the mansion for an early supper.” Aberforth
said as he led the way to Harry’s house.

****

Dinner went by fine at Harry’s house but the mood was not very happy. People were apparating and
disaperating all the time, there were rumors of several attacks on ministry officials it was even
rumored Susan Bones was dead. Remus, Minerva, Arthur, Molly, Fred, George, and Tonks all left to
number 12 Grimwauld place shortly after the funeral.

“Well Mate I will see you on the train Monday morning.” Ron said as he walked to the fireplace
and threw some floo in it and said “The Burrow.”

“Harry your speech was very moving today.” Hermione said with a smile.

“Erm thanks, well I think I am going to get some sleep.” Harry said as he started to make his
way up the stairs.

“Wait, Harry. Do you think maybe next time we have a Hogsmeade visit you would like to go on a
date?” Hermione said and she flushed a very deep shade of red.

Harry smiled at this and nodded, but then said “How about we go out on one tomorrow night?”

“Sure!” Hermione said and gave Harry a quick peck on the cheek and then ran up the stairs
towards her room.

A/N: Sorry I know it is not the best, or most exciting chapter, but I had to move it along a
bit. I am a little bit unsure what to do next. I am either going to start bring death eater attacks
back again big time, or take a break from them and have them regroup and only do small sabotage
things, and have Greene become the Minister of Magic, were Harry refuses to voluntarily give up
control of his Magic along with the Order of Phoenix, but I am not sure. Tell me what you all would
like to see this head towards.



9. The Order of the Grim
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A/N: Well I didn’t get any feedback for the last chapter because of an upload error, and then it
was pushed back so far. So I guess I am just going to have to go blindly into this chapter, not
really knowing what way I want to take it yet. Though I know which way could be more fun.

Harry Potter and the Great Magical War

The Order of the Grim

Harry walked up slowly to the Gryffyndor table and covered the eyes with his hands of the
beautiful brown haired girl with the prettiest brown eyes you could imagine.

“Mmm Harry.” Hermione said as she pulled Harry down next to her and gave him a soft kiss on the
lips.

“You guys make me sick! No PDA!” Ron said jokingly

“Oh we can’t kiss in public but you and Luuuuuuuuna can?” Hermione asked emphasizing Luna.

“Erm… ah…” Ron stammered his cheeks flushing several shades redder. Ron had asked Luna out on a
date shortly after they had returned to Hogwarts. “…So what is the reason you wanted to talk to us
so early in the…” Ron paused while he yawned “morning?”

“I am thinking about starting up the DA again, but this time for something different. The Order
of the Phoenix is pretty much done, why try rebuilding that? I want to start our own order.” Harry
said with a whisper.

“Wow, what brings this up?” Hermione asked

“Well, I have been having some dreams lately, I think Voldemort is going to come back quicker
then we think. By starting our own order we can start effectively fighting them.”

“I for one mate think it’s a great idea!” Ron said enthusiastically

“Who are you planning on inviting?” Hermione asked

“Well there is strength in numbers, I am planning on inviting the old Order of the Phoenix, but
before I invite them I want to get the new one started, I don’t want it to be like the old one. I
think we should invite Neville, Luna, Ginny, Dean, Justin Flith Finley and Semues. Then we can
start recruiting people over the summer. I would like to get Tonks, and Remus in pretty soon. Remus
knows a lot about Defense magic, and Tonks is probably going to be the head of the Aurors soon,
since almost all of the old ones died.”

“Wow you have been thinking about this a lot haven’t you?” Hermione asked and she pulled Harry
into a tight embrace.

Harry just nodded at this.

“Do you think maybe we don’t invite my parents?” Ron asked slightly embarrassed

“Why?”

“Well its just if I go on missions and stuff, I don’t want them worrying over me and stuff.”

“Ron, your parents, especially your dad are pretty important people. They will eventually be
invited to join, but when the time comes we will make sure they know we are all equal.”

Before the topic could be discussed anymore a large group of owls came swooping in dropping off
the morning mail. A large Barn dropped the Daily Prophet in front of Hermione and all eyes
immediately fell onto the cover of it.

**In a Over Night Vote the Wizardguapt Names Greene Minster of Magic**

“What the hell? It can’t be true.” Harry thought out loud.

“Harry read this.” Hermione said and pushed the paper in front of him.

“Do to the Death of Susan Bones, Minister Greene’s only competition we of the Wizardguapt the
old and wise, have made the only decision we could logically make. We need a Minister, especially
in the rebuilding years that are to come. Minister Greene will rule very conservatively, and some
of his ideas for keeping “tabs” on certain trouble makers are very good.” Jonathan Zulfur Chief
Wizardguapt, Order of Merlin First Class had that to say about there over night vote. The new
Minister will start with a tour at Hogwarts…

“Wow, I need to go for a walk.” Harry said as he stormed out.

Harry quickly made his way out of Hogwarts, he soon found himself sitting on the porch to
Hagrids old house. Harry just sat there and cried silently. After a few minutes he felt another
presence sit down next to him, he thought it was Hermione, but he knew he was wrong when a males
voice spook up.

“Does Greene really upset you that much Harry?” Remus asked

Harry gave a slight laugh and responded “No, its just all my years at Hogwarts, I always had
someone older and wiser to talk to about things like this. Now there all dead. I wish Dumbledore,
and Sirius were still alive I need to talk to both of them.” Harry said as he wiped a tear off of
his face.

Remus paused for a second and said “Harry do you remember third year? You came to me for help,
and advice. I am still alive Harry. I am older, and if I do say so much wiser then you.” Remus
finished with a chuckle

“Thanks Remus, I guess I was just too thick and overlooked you.” Harry said and pulled him in a
great big embrace.

“So Mr. Potter what is on your mind.” Remus asked

“What makes you think something is the matter?”

“Well obviously something otherwise you wouldn’t be hear wishing to talk to Dumbledore so bad?
Remus said staring at Harry with his deep brown eyes.

“You know, if your eyes were blue you would look just like Dumbledore. Any way enough changing
the subject, I guess I can spill my beans to you.” Harry said with a laugh and then continued. “I
have been having some weird dreams lately and I think Voldemort is going to come back sooner then
we all think. But that’s not all” Harry quickly added before Remus could say anything. “You and I
both know the Order of the Phoenix is done. You guys have hardly any members left. I know you are
trying to rebuild it but don’t waste your time. I am want to start my own The Order of the Grim,
named after Sirius. I know that is the right thing to do because strength in numbers, and also the
Order of the Phoenix was, and will always be Dumbledore’s. I know I have to take his place, and be
the all powerful leader. It is just I am not in his, and Voldemorts league yet and I don’t know how
I can become that good.” Harry said and took a deep breath.

“The Order of the Grim? Doesn’t sound like you guys are very happy.” Remus said hoping to get a
laugh out of Harry then continued. “In all seriousness Harry I think it is a great idea, I would be
willing to join, I am sure all of the remaining Phoenix members will be too. I Know I am no were
near as good with the wand as you are, and I can’t really help you get any better but this is what
I can offer. Use me for spells, and such. I know a lot of ancient and powerful spells most of which
I can not do, but I can teach you the wand movements and theory of it. Also didn’t Dumbledore have
you get up at five thirty every morning to train? Well I think you should keep that up. Practice
spells, wand less, and more powerful wand ones, maybe even go running I know your not playing
Quidditch any more this year, so you should do something to help keep your body up with your
magic.”

“Wow, I don’t think Dumbledore could have gave better advice himself.” Harry said with a smile,
he was grateful he had Remus still.

“Thanks Harry, now both you and me both have classes.” With that Remus pulled himself up and
started to walk towards the castle and Harry soon joined him.

Fifteen minutes later Harry showed up very tardy to Headmistress McGonnagall’s transfiguration
class.

“Potter ten points from Gryffindor for showing up late.” Professor McGonnagall said

Harry didn’t say anything in return and took a seat.

“Ok now where were we? Oh yes before Potter rudely interrupted us we were talking about animagi.
Now I doubt any of you in here will ever turn into one, so I wont even go into that, what I will
teach you now however is how to morph your body into animal forms using your wand…”

Harry knew he should be paying attention but he just couldn’t really bring himself to do it. It
was his sixth year, they really didn’t have any major tests, plus the term was almost over. He was
to excited about ending the school year and going home, to a real home not the Dursleys. Plus with
the thought of his own order, and having to fight Voldemort again it was just too much.

“Mr. Potter are you paying attention!?!” Professor McGonnagall yelled at Harry

Harry immediately looked up with a big blush on his face. “Um yes mam.”

“What was the last thing I said then?”

“How to morph your body into animal form using your wand.” Harry said hopefully

“That was almost more then half an hour ago.” But Professor McGonnagall couldn’t go on anymore
because the bell blew.

“Harry could I see you for a moment?” Professor McGonnagall asked.

Harry slowly pulled himself up and say Hermione walking out, she turned and gave Harry a
reassuring smile before she left.

“Harry this has nothing to do about your ah… antics in class. Before class started today I got
an owl from the new minister. He is coming to Hogwarts tonight for a feast. Harry I have a feeling
he is going to want to take you in for some questioning.”

“WHAT! Why? I haven’t done anything to him.”

“I think it would be in your best interest to go in easy with him.” She said with a sigh

“I hope your joking right?”

“Harry Dumbledore would not want you to become an outlaw!” Professor McGonnagall said
strictly

“Yeah, that may be true but would he go in for *questioning*?”

“Well if you are not going to go in, why don’t you run now? I will take the blame for warning
you.”

“Professor if you do that he will take over Hogwarts, it will be worse then it was with Umbridge
last year. Don’t worry I can take care of myself, don’t try to help me no matter what happens, I
don’t want you to get fired.”

“Alright Harry, why don’t you take the rest of the day of to relax. I hope that you will be in
your classes tomorrow.”

Harry left taking in Professor McGonnagall’s words of wisdoms. He thought long and hard on how
he was going to handle the situation.

‘Last year when the ministry came after Dumbledore he left Hogwarts, but I am not Dumbledore.’
Harry thought silently to himself.

On his way back to the dorm Harry made a quick detour to Professor Flitwicks room, he needed a
charm.

A/N: Wow, I know this chapter sucked, please no flamers! I hated writing it, as you can tell by
how long it took and the poor quality. Though the next one will be way more fun for me to write.
The working title of I is I am not Albus Dumbledore. You will see a little more darker and
rebellious Harry in it, I for one can’t wait to write it!



10. I am not Albus Dumbledore
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A/N: Well here is were the fun begins! Evil Ministers, and Death Eaters, and Draco oh my! This
is defiantly one of my favorite chapters J .

Harry Potter and the Great Magical War

Chapter 10

I am not Albus Dumbledore

“Listen to me Hermione no matter what happens tonight stay out of it, I do not want you to go to
Azkabam too. Also if I get taken away start up the Order, but do not use the Order against the
Ministry, I can fight this battle on my own.” Harry said with in a very grim voice giving
Hermione’s hand a little reassuring squeeze.

“Harry I don’t understand why can’t we help?” Hermione said with a tear rolling down her
cheek.

Harry moved his hand up to Hermione’s face and brushed away her tear, and then gave her a soft
kiss on the lips. “Sweetie don’t worry, he wont lay a hand on me, here, or at the ministry if I go
in.

Hermione gave a nod and then buried her face in Harry’s chest and began to sob.

“Come on the feast has probably started already.” Harry said, he then pulled Hermione up and
they slowly made their way to the Great Hall were Ron was already waiting for them.

As Harry made his way down the stairs toward the Great Hall, he couldn’t help but think that
maybe it just could be the last time. It is not everyday that the Ministry wants you in Azkabam,
well in Harry’s case it was. But this time he didn’t have Albus Dumbledore to take the fall for
him.

“Hey mate.” Ron said grimly as Harry and Hermione took a seat next to him.

“Come on lets not waste any time.” Harry said out loud ignoring Ron staring up at the Professors
table.

Almost as if on queue a tall man with a muscular build, undoubtedly Minister Greene stood up
along with four Aurors and made their way towards Harry.

“Well here we go.” Harry said out loud.

“Harry Potter, you are officially summoned by the Minister of Magic, himself for questioning.
Please surrender you wand.” The top Auror said

In a very Albus Dumbledore matter Harry said “I see no reason for you to need my wand to talk to
me.”

The top Auror made a move to draw out his wand, but Harry quickly cut him off. “That would not
be a wise move.” Harry said staring down the Auror. The Minister made a motion with his hand that
stopped the Auror.

“Mr. Potter are you resisting arrest?” The Minister asked

“Mr. Greene, from my knowledge I was not being placed under arrest? If you have any questions
you would like to ask me we can do it here. After all I still have my schooling to complete.” Harry
said with a small smile on his face.

“Mr. Potter if you do not surrender your wand we will have to take if forcefully.” Minister
Greene said withdrawing his own wand, his four Aurors quickly followed suit.

The student body of the school who had all been watching this very closely immediately gasped.
All but a dozen or so students, those dozen withdrew their own wands and pointed them at the
minister, and his Aurors. It was his most loyal friends, his most loyal DA members and even some he
didn’t know.

At this Harry just laughed and said, “My most loyal friends, I thank you for your support but I
don’t want you to get into trouble over something as trifle as this. Put your wands away and fight
another day.”

They all obeyed Harry and took their seats. While all the commotion was going on one of the
Aurors grabbed the nearest girl to him, which happened to be Ginny Weasley and pointed his wand at
her throat. The Minister then spoke up.

“Potter, I really hate to do this, but hard cases like yourself call for it. Give us your wand
or this Weasley will die, really one Weasley gone is no big deal.” The Minister said with a
chuckle.

At that Ron jumped up from his seat, but before he could even pull out his wand the Minister
stunned him.

“Do it Potter, I will not be as nice to his sister.” The minister spat.

“Fine!” Harry said he slowly pulled out his wand, and handed it to the Minister of Magic.

“You fool Potter.” The Minister said loud enough so only Harry could here him. He then took
Harry’s wand and snapped it in half. “Grab him!” Greene and the four Aurors took hold of him,
either Magically or physically, and started to drag him to the door.

“That was very good off you Potter, you did exactly as your dear old dead grandfather Dumbledore
would have done.” Greene yelled out loud for everyone to hear and then started laughing.

“I AM NOT ALBUS DUMBLEDORE!” Harry yelled and with a pure raw burst of wand less magic the four
Auror guards went flying away from him. “I could kill you without my wand.” Harry said just loud
enough for Greene to here. “Before I leave, I would like to ask my House members to keep my
quidditch spot open because I will be back. Come now Minister you have some questions for me?”
Harry asked out loud, everyone in the Great Hall burst into cheers, especially from the Gryffindor
section.

Harry walked out of the Great Hall followed by Minister Greene and the four Aurors. They walked
in silence until the reached the Hogwarts boundary and then finally Harry spoke up “Ok we are now
free to apparate, where are you going to take me?”

“We can’t apparate because you don’t have your wand, we have a portkey for you. Here take it.”
Greene said

Right as Harry made to grab the object he was struck in the back of the head, by a very large
and blunt object.

Harry came too a few hours latter, in a dimly lit room, in the deepest and darkest level of
Azkabam. He could feel a coldness going through out his body, he felt like he was going to pass out
any second from it, so he quickly moved his hand around and muttered “Expecto Patranum.” A
beautiful white stag erupted out of nowhere and lit the room up, and gave Harry some warmth. Now
that it was lit up he could see that he was sitting in a small room with three walls on each side
but nothing in the way of the exit. In a very stealthy matter Harry made his way over, he held his
hand up to the opening but was immediately shocked. There was some type of magical force field
guarding it.

“Incendio!” Harry yelled and pointed his outstretched hand at the force field and a great
fireball erupted from his hand and shot at the force field, but to no avail.

“Wonderful isn’t it? Finally something that can hold a muggle loving fool like yourself at bay!”
An evil sounding voice said that immediately broke out laughing at this.

“Malfoy!” Harry spat

“Yes Potter, did you miss me?” Draco said as he stepped into the light on the other side of the
force field.

“Why don’t you lower this thing and I will teach you a lesson.”

“Oh hasn’t the great half blood price figured a way out? Oh boo who.” Draco said and then
started to laugh some more.

“Oh I am going to kill you, if it is the last thing I do!”

“As much as I would like to trade insults with you, I have some important work to get to. Orders
from the Masters son himself. Join us Potter or die.”

“HAHA, that same old question, I am sure you know my answer. Plus to kill me you would have to
lower the force field, and as soon as I am out of this, I am going to kick some arse.”

“You may be right, so if you refuse to join us I get to go back to Hogwarts, and find your
precious girlfriend, and kill her. Maybe I will have my way with her first. Tell me Potter how
tight is she?”

As soon as Draco said that last part Harry flew into a fit of rage, and in slow motion extended
both hands and blew the force field into a thousand pieces. Draco immediately pulled out his wand,
at this Harry yelled “Exspelliarmus! No magic for this Malfoy!” He then pulled his arm back and
threw a hard punch right in his face.

Draco wiped some blood off of his face and said “You are going to pay for that Potter.” Malfoy
then lunged at Harry throwing wild punches all over the place. Harry expertly side stepped him, and
threw a hard kick to his midsection.

Draco then pulled himself up, pulled out a knife and charged Harry, once he got close he slashed
right at Harry making a rather nasty slash across his chest. Harry then jumped back, pressed his
fingers on the cut, and jumped at the pain it caused.

“Oh did that hurt Potty?” Malfoy said and laughed, he then ran at Harry again.

Harry stood still until the last possible second and then jumped out of the way of the attack,
dropped to the floor, and kicked hard at his knees causing him to buckle and wobble for a second.
Then Harry jumped up and pulled his fist back and slammed Draco hard in the face causing him to
fall down.

“Come on get up!” Harry yelled at Draco

But nothing happened, Harry bent over and turned his body over, and saw the knife sticking out
of his chest. Draco had been killed by his own knife.

Suddenly there was some very loud clapping behind Harry, he immediately came face to face with a
very evil looking person, his scar seered at the very sight. It was none other then Voldemorts
son.

“Very good Potter. AVEDA KEDAVERA!” Voldemort’s son yelled and a jet of green light rushed at
Harry.

Harry pointed his hand at the nearest thing lying on the ground and it jumped in front of the
spell.

“Tell me what is your name, I can’t call you Tom’s son now can I?” Harry asked emphasizing the
word Tom.

“You will not call my father that!” He yelled and then he sent a barrage of killing curses at
Harry.

Harry moved his hands around frantically sending rocks, and old rubble in front of him. It
worked, all of the spells were intercepted. He was out of breath from all the wand less magic “Damn
I wish I had my wand right now!” Harry cursed to himself.

“What’s the matter Potter cat got your wand? HAHAHA CAJUS KNIFBUS!” He yelled and a thousand
knives appeared out of no where and rushed straight at Harry.

“Shit” Harry thought to himself. “Ah… PROTEGO MAXIMUS!” Harry yelled and a force field erected
around himself. But as soon as the first knife struck it, it shattered. Harry immediately jumped
out of the way as fast as he could. Though it was a little too late. From his thigh down on his
left leg about a dozen knives cut through him. Harry immediately grabbed it in pain.

“HAHA and my father said you were a half way decent dueler.”

“Well, considering I don’t have my wand I think I am doing a fine job.”

“I think it is time for you to die once and for all….”

Before he could finish their was about 30 loud pops, the minister and a large group of Aurors
appeared, including Tonks.

“Drop your wands both of you!” The minister yelled

“You snapped mine in half don’t you remember?” Harry shouted at him clenching his fists.

“What are you talking about?” The Minister asked

“Well I must be making my exit now, I suppose you have set up appiration wards eh? REDUCTO!” He
yelled at the ceiling, and a bunch of ruble fell on the Aurors, and Minister. He then ran until he
was no longer under the anti-apparation wards.

Harry immediately limped over to help them, levitating all of the ruble off of them. While
dragging his now almost useless leg.

“Tonks are you alright?” Harry asked shaking her a bit.

“Oh hey Harry, yeah I think I’m fine thanks to you.” She smiled and slowly pulled herself
up.

“Tonks does the Minister remembers what happened at Hogwarts?” Harry asked

“I didn’t even know he went over there.” She said sounding slightly surprised.

“Potter I never went to Hogwarts! And you are under arrest!” The Minister said pulling himself
up from the rubble along with about a dozen other Aurors.

“Just as I suspected, Draco probably put you under the Impervious curse, and that is why you
snapped my wand and threw me down in here, and when I killed him you were disconnected from
it.”

“What you killed another man!?! Draco Malfoy? He was a good guy, Potter you are going to be
thrown away forever for this, I guess you are just like your worthless godfather.

At this Harry just snapped he whirled around and came face to face with the Minister.

“You bastard! How dare you bring him up! You are too stupid to realize you were under the
impervious curse, check the records you were at Hogwarts. While you were their you snapped my wand,
hit me on the back of my head and then threw me in here. And now you have the nerve to bring him
up! I am leaving now!” Harry said he was about to leave but then he added “And if anyone of you
throws a curse at me I can guarantee you will never do magic again!” Harry yelled and then turned
his back and slowly made his way out.

A/N: Well did you guys like it? I thought it was a pretty fun chapter. Lets see should I tell
you what I got so far for the next chapter? I guess I can, Harry goes on a long journey back to
Hogwarts, first he stops and gets a new wand. But something happens that makes him wait for one? A
prize for whoever can guess what happens.