A/N:

Thanks to my reviewers: Shadowmagik, Bloodless ace, Gaul1, Frozenwands, Silverscale, Wytil, Warrior-girl, if I missed anyone, please let me know.

Shadowmagik: heh, I was going to add to Harry's weaponry in this chapter. Your point about daggers being extremely close range is right but maybe you might be thinking of smaller daggers, um…ah…think legolas's daggers in Lord of the Rings.

Thanks for your review.

"Speaking"

Thinking

(Harry's thought speech)

(Drake's thought speech)

(Dumbledore's thought speech)

Chapter 14- Back to business

Harry closed his eyes, taking 3 deep breaths before rising again, raising a slightly curved broadsword to 'guard' position.

"Let's go again Ron" Harry said watching his friend closely.

Ron was definitely better at wielding this particular weapon, as Harry had only just started to learn it.

For long, drawn out moments, the two boys just circled each other until Ron, never being the patient one, leapt at Harry bringing his sword down in an overhead swing.

Harry raised his sword to block it and then spun around bringing his blade powering to Ron's midsection, Ron jumped back, stumbled slightly, and raised his sword to fend off Harry's new attack.

Harry spun of and thrust and Ron's mid-section, parried then brought it down towards Ron's collarbone which was blocked.

Ron attacked, when Harry's attack left him off balance, then followed with a vicious swipe at Harry's stomach which he jumped out of the way of.

Both boys brought their swords up and met each other half-way, for moments both boys were locked in a battle strength, slowly Harry started to push his lanky friend back, his more in-depth practice of Martial arts showing in their strength battle.

Finally Ron stumbled back, Harry didn't push his advantage, and settled back into his 'guard' stance to wait for Ron.

Ron and Harry circled each other again before Harry jabbed, then swung his sword in an arc at Ron's shoulder, Ron leant to the side and used Harry's momentum to flip Harry past him.

Harry hit the ground and rolled back to his feet in a fluent movement that he had been practicing.

Harry settled into a fighting position he had learnt from Inner-Fighting, appearing calm and collected.

Harry, unlike Ron, was far more advanced in the techniques of Inner-Fighting, and he intended to use it to his advantage.

Harry lowered his sword down to his side, looking deep into Ron's blue eyes, Harry whispered so quiet that Ron barely heard what he said, "Fai Jin Blade technique".

With his whispered proclamation, Harry launched forward so fast that Ron barely had time to raise his sword as Harry swept past him, blade making a light cut through Ron's robes as he passed. Harry spun backwards, hitting Ron's sword, jarring his friends arm.

Ron's eyes widened and sweat appeared on his brow as Harry's attacks kept getting faster.

Ron was just barely deflecting Harry's attacks and was concentrating on getting into a better position, such was that he didn't notice Harry's leg kick out and sweep out his legs from under him.

Ron opened his eyes and saw a sword point at his throat, he looked up and saw Harry grinning mischievously from above him.

"You've gotta teach me that" Ron croaked as Harry helped him to his feet.

Harry nodded, "what's that now? One to Harry, nine to Ron" he said smiling.

Quiet applause caught their attention and they saw Alicia standing there looking impressed.

"Wow, that was fantastic guys" she said amazed.

"Yeah, luckily they are charmed to only make bruises on human skin eh?" Harry said cheekily, Ron looked confused and looked to Harry who pointed down at his robes.

Ron looked down and his mouth dropped open, there were numerous cuts all over his robes, Harry grumbled and drew his wand repairing his robes.

"When fighting Fai Jin technique it's best to get away into a better position before trying to fight" Harry told him, eyes dancing in mirth. Ron grinned but his smile diminished as he saw the mirth in Harry's eyes die and his face take a more shadowed appearance.

Ron cursed silently, Damn this war, damn the Deatheaters and damn Voldemort!

They shouldn't even be thinking about stuff like Harry was constantly.

"Nice sword" Harry looked down at his sword and smiled slightly.

The hilt was mostly silver with a gold dragon, curled up in the middle of the hilt. The blade was long and silver, slightly curved with writing running down both sides.

"It seems dragons have become my calling card now" Harry told her, with a rueful smile on his face.

"What do the markings mean" Alicia asked pointing at Harry's blade.

Harry shrugged, "supposedly it says, Justice and on this side it says vengeance".

"Oh shoot, I've gotta go, I promised a girlfriend I would help her study for potions, see you later" Alicia said, giving Harry a quick peck on the cheek before running back to the castle.

"Let's go back Ron, I'll teach you the Fai Jin technique later" Harry said sheathing his sword and casting a notice-me-not charm on it.

………….

Harry sat down in front of the fire, not many students were in the common, most were out and about enjoying their weekend.

Harry stared at the fire, as if hoping the answers he was looking for to just appear in the flames.

Harry reached out tentatively with his hand, and closed his eyes.

Harry felt around his magic until he came unto a thread that to him smelt like wood burning and faintly sounded like the cackle of a roaring fire.

He then gently drew magic along the line, having to start over again a few times as he lost concentration.

After Harry successfully drew the little bit of magic, Harry reached out to the fire with out, calling it to his hand.

On the first try, a great big fireball leapt to his hand, quickly smothering his whole arm in flames, needless to say Harry quickly lost concentration when his robes caught alight yet the fire did not burn him like it would any other.

After dousing his robes, Harry tried again this time even more gently than before, and slowly a tendril of fire snaked out and traveled to Harry's hand.

Harry smiled serenely as the fire snaked around his fingers like string.

He let the fire go, and it returned to the fire place, now Harry held out his hand in front of him, pulling more magic into his body.

Instead of calling fire from the fire place, Harry willed flame to appear in his cupped hands, Harry opened his eyes and grinned as he saw a ball of flame sitting in his palms.

Harry willed more power into him, trying to make the flame hotter, more deadly.

It slowly turned blue, getting hotter and hotter as it went, Harry tried to stop the flow of magic that was flowing into his body now but when Harry's attention shifted to the power-flow. The fireball in his hands erupted out of control singing everything in reach but thankfully nothing caught on fire.

After repairing all of the singed furniture, Harry returned to his seat to contemplate once more.

……

Harry woke with a start, fists clenched tightly at his sides, Harry's eyes darted around, quickly reassuring himself he was still in the common room.

"You had the dream again, didn't you" Drake asked from the armchair to Harry's left.

"Yeah...you still have it" Harry asked eyes downcast.

"Every night" Drake told him quietly, Harry nodded and rose and trotted off to his trunk in the 6th year dorm and returned with the book they had gotten from the crumbling castle in Germany.

Drake nodded at Harry's silent question and laid out their parchment and writing equipment.

Harry opened up the book and groaned, "I can't read a thing".

Harry pushed the book over to Drake, who shook his head, "Let's go get some Rune books from the Library and come back here" Drake said getting up.

Harry nodded and closed the book and casting another notice-me-not charm on the book.

………….

Ginny, Ron and Hermione entered the Common room just after dinner, laughing about how Malfoy still looked angry about the prank.

Hermione stopped and motioned silently to Harry and Drake, both of whom were asleep on their parchment books open all around them.

They crept over to the table and looked at what they were working on, and they exchanged sad looks, all having heard the story of what the information the book held.

Ginny and Ron, nudged the boys awake, who had their wands trained on them quick as a flash as soon as they felt someone touch them.

Harry and Drake lowered their wands when they saw who was in front of them, "Hey guys, what you doing up here?" Harry asked.

"Ah…dinner is just about to finish" Hermione told them, smiling slightly.

Harry and Drake groaned, and looked down at their work and groaned again.

"How much work did you get done on the counter-curse?" Hermione asked examining a sheet of parchment that was filled with runes.

"Well, we now know that these are the workings of the Imperious curse…after we translated it" Drake said motioning to the selected pages of the book they had dubbed 'The book of Mysteries'.

"And we just got started on the spell workings when we obviously fell asleep" Harry said, scratching his head.

Harry stretched his arms up above his head, and yawned, "I need to get something to eat, I'm starving" Drake nodded in agreement.

"Let's head down to the kitchens" Harry said packing away their workings.

"I'll come with you, I could eat some more" Ron said excitedly, the girls rolled their eyes and Harry and Drake grinned.

……..

They returned to the common room thirty minutes later, and Ron still had his mouth full.

"The Order meeting we were invited to is in about an hour" Harry told them quietly, thinking back to the night before when Dumbledore had told them that Voldemort had attacked, but he hadn't really gone into specifics as he told them he was going to do tonight.

"We will find out tonight" Harry whispered.

…….

"You've all been told about the attack from Voldemort" Dumbledore started, looking at the Order members assembled. Molly, has yet to find out that her children are in the room with her, was already panicked. Remus was silently contemplating although his emotions were sometimes shown. Severus Snape; angry at the world and everything in it.

Arthur, sorrowful expression on his face as he solemnly bowed his head slightly, and finally the children…yet they shouldn't be called that…

Alastor Moody, expressionless, magical eye roving, never staying in one place, always wary for the one time when he would be ambushed.

They had all experienced things that children had no place experiencing...

There was Hermione, one of the smartest witches this side of the century, looking as if she was about to write down what ever he was saying. Dumbledore almost chuckled despite the situation.

Next to her was Ginny Weasley, only female child of Molly and Arthur, fiery tempered, wearing a serious expression on her face as she glanced at everyone in the room, just as he was.

To her right was her older brother, Ron Weasley, also fiery tempered almost to a fault, and behind him half hidden in the shadows were Harry Potter and Drake Fallon.

Quite the mischievous pair, but when it came down to it…the most deadly and brutal.

Both were wearing equally cold expressions, both willing to lay their lives down on the chance they would end it before it really began.

Dumbledore shifted his eyes to Drake, his background was a mystery, only knowing bits and pieces, but he didn't doubt that he was totally dedicated to the Light and to bring Voldemort down…and would never betray Harry.

Harry…the boy-who-lived…shouldering a burden that would break a normal man…but Harry…Harry is not a normal man.

Dumbledore shifted his gaze to the young man, Harry's eyes glinted like gems in the semi-darkness that he was standing in…as if they were seeing to Dumbledore's very soul.

"He attacked an all-wizard settlement south of Glasgow…there were no survivors and buildings were raised.

Harry visibly bristled, but stayed in swathed in the shadows.

"Oh, Dumbledore! What will we do?" Molly cried, Arthur put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"We should retaliate!" Moody said banging his closed fist down on Dumbledore's desk, "We don't know where any encampments are" Snape sneered, Moody turned to him, "What help are you then?" he barked at the spy. "No death-eaters are given the whereabouts of any of the bases!" Snape snapped.

"We will find a Deatheater base…" A soft voice said, interrupting the argument.

Everyone turned, seeing the children hidden in the corner of the room, Molly gasped as she saw her children in the meeting.

"What are you doing here?" She shrieked, Harry and Drake stepped into the light, "We have every right to be here Mrs. Weasley" Harry said calmly stepping past her.

"Drake and I will be able to find the base…have you tried searching the subjective realms Headmaster" Dumbledore's eyes widened and he gasped… "I thought…I thought" Dumbledore stuttered for the first time Harry had seen.

"You're human Sir, we all make mistakes" Harry said smiling ever so slightly.

"Can you give Drake a brief intro?" Harry asked, and at Dumbledore's nod, Harry settled down in an available chair.

"The shadow elemental ability could come in useful soon" Harry said to Drake before closing his eyes.

…..

Harry waited for Dumbledore and Drake to appear in the Energy Realm…the first realm one comes to after the physical.

Harry remembered Dumbledore's teachings clearly, my will is a powerful force in the Subjective Realms

Harry felt two new presences appear next to him, (Sir? Drake?)

(Whoa…this is so cool)

(Yes, Harry, we are ready)

(Ok…my plan is to spread our senses…Drake and I already know how to do this…Sir?)

(Can't say I have attempted it)

(You have to…um…spread your magic out kinda. Have a little test run, traverse to the realm where we can see everything)

Harry closed his eyes again and willed himself into the next realm, Harry opened his eyes and looked around at the surprised expressions and intent expressions on everyone's face as they looked at Harry, Drake and Dumbledore's bodies.

(Ok, Sir spread out your magic and sense for everyone's magic and stuff) Harry explained lamely as he felt Dumbledore appear beside him and after a moment Drake.

Harry and Drake watched Dumbledore attempt to spread his magic.

After a few moments Dumbledore opened his eyes and nodded at them.

(I can do it…but I think it might be a bit harder for me since I have no elemental abilities)

Harry and Drake nodded, (Ok my plan is to…spread our magic over the whole of Britain)

There was no response until Drake in his astral form floated over, (Right…I don't think I have enough magic to spread that far)

(That's why I thought we could…sort of…I dunno, lend power)

Actually they might work…I propose Harry be the channel as he already is a channel for a number of currents)

(Yeah ok)

Harry felt the magic streaming into Drake as the boy drew on his elemental power, and to his right Dumbledore's magic was building but it wasn't coming from an external source but rather welling up from his chest.

Harry turned his attention to himself but before he was about to begin to draw power, Dumbledore interrupted, (Remember you have to draw in a controlled way or the magic could be dangerous to our surroundings)

Harry nodded and gently drew power into his body, He felt the presence of magic from another external source, Drake and Dumbledore Harry thought as he drew power from them as well.

When Harry thought he had enough power, he took a deep breath, wincing all the while, having this much magic in Harry was NOT comfortable in the least.

Harry gathered all the magic and willed for it to cover the whole of Britain, and flung it out. Harry screamed as it left him, but no sound came out as it was the Subjective Realm, for what felt like an eternity to Harry, he was everything at existed in Britain, from the single cell organisms to the whole of Britain…it was a very disturbing and painful experience for Harry, but he got the information he needed, and so did Dumbledore and Drake if their plan had worked right.

Harry felt himself in his own body with limbs like lead, but he raised him self and croaked "Map" and settled back until a map was prepared.

A cool goblet was pressed to his lips, Harry hesitated for a moment but drank it in the end.

Harry felt energy return to him, but it wasn't enough for him not to feel deathly tired,

Harry wearily glanced around and saw Snape giving the same potion to Drake and Dumbledore.

He was directed to a 3d map of Britain, and Harry instinctively knew where the nearest Deatheater camp was located, Drake and Dumbledore also pointed to the exact same spot he was.

After he pointed out the Death Eater base, Drake slumped onto the table, unconscious.

And Dumbledore slumped back in his seat, "my age is very apparent in times like these" he said quietly, panting in between words, before he too lost consciousness.

Harry stood, feeling a tiny bit of pride at being the last one standing…

"Don't put Dumbledore in the Hospital Wing, have him use his own bed, and have Madam Promfey look at him, Drake can use the Hospital Wing as will I…as it is easier that way. Snape get some potions ready for our use" And with that Harry passed out.

Everyone got to it and did what they were supposed to, not even questioning Harry.

…..

Later that evening in a certain Potion Masters rooms, Snape was labeling the potions that Harry ordered him too….Snape stopped what he was doing as he finally realized what had happened…Harry Potter had ordered him to do something and he did it…with out question.
"Son of a bitch!"

QUESTION: What are the dates and things of the holidays at Hogwarts? I can't remember.

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