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"What are you waiting for? You have to come! We need your help!" Blade opened his mouth, closed it again and looked around.
"Look, Albus, I-I don't know if I can help. If I am allowed to help. I have been interfering into the wizarding world all this time and a lot and I am not sure if... if a mage should fight your wars." Blade wasn't sure what he was talking about at all. After all, he knew that killing Voldemort was still his duty. Still he knew that interfering into the wizarding world even more than he was already would cause a lot of trouble. Albus just stared at him,
"So that's your answer?" he asked in disbelief. "You are just going to let your friends—your best friends—die in a war you are a very important part of? Just because you are not a wizard any more? If that's the side you're taking I highly doubt we need to talk again. I think I understood." He turned around, went into the living room, took some floo powder and left the house without another word. Blade stared blankly after him. Fynn looked at him.
"Harry?" No reaction. "Harry. Go after him." He frowned and looked at her. "I will talk with Layden. He will understand. You need to go." he looked down and then sat down in a chair.
"The only thing I have been doing in the last time was pretending everything was fine." He said blankly, putting his head in his hands. "Now it's out of control. I keep asking for favours of Layden. I don't know which road to take." She kneed down in front of him and took his head in her hands to make him look at her.
"Go." She said firmly, staring into his eyes. "Go and save your friends. Harry... if you don't go now and fight... how is this nightmare supposed to end? How do you want to get rid of Voldemort? I usually don't think so, but right now I can only say: if you do not fight... there will be no peace." He stared at her, nodded and got up. Before teleporting he looked at her once more, kissed her and whispered,
"Thank you, Lilith." Then he was gone.
"Be safe..." she looked at the place where her husband had just stood. With worry in her eyes and especially in her heart she made her way to the leader of the mages.
Blade had teleported himself into his classroom, where he went to the window to see what exacly was going on at Hogwarts. It was as bad as Dumbledore had described it—although his description had not been too detailed. There were hundreds of them. An army of black-clothed men and women walking at a fast pace towards the castle. Blade's eyes fell on some people standing at the gates of the castle itself. It was a pathetic bunch of teachers, who all seemed to think of their lives just once more before they died. Blade teleported himself behind them. Then he conjured up a basket of well-made swords and cleared his throat. Everyone whirled around to face him.
"You might want to take one of them." His expression was dark, but everyone else looked at him as if he were the saviour himself. "What? Couldn't watch you dying, could I?" Dumbledore smiled at him and nodded. Blade just avoided eye-contact and looked at the wall of Death Eaters in front of them. Then he looked at the group of teachers and Sirius. "Let me get this straight: this is everyone?" They nodded, "Oh dear." He turned to Dumbledore. "Ever thought of contacting the ministry, before coming to me?"
"There was no time! I couldn't—" Blade shook his head.
"Even though I am here now... we need more people. I'll go to the ministry and get as many people as I can. I'll hurry." As the last word reached the ears of them, Blade was already gone.
"There's no chance we'll survive." Someone muttered.
"Yes there is. Maybe not for all of us, but if we work together we can make it." It was Sirius. Everyone agreed half-heartedly, hoping Blade would return soon.
He hadn't been in the ministry for half a minute, but he had already called out every auror in the house.
"Everyone who can fight or heal must NOW attend in the Atrium. Leave everything you are working on and come to the Atrium. This is NOT a test!" He hoped repeating it would get them to hurry. The first person arriving was Fudge. He frowned at the mage,
"What do you think you are doing? These people have to work here and I am not letting you take them away!" Blade glared at the minister, who backed away immediately. On the inside, Blade laughed his head off. Now the minister was scared of him. He had him where he wanted him to be.
"Hogwarts is under attack. If you are in the least interested in keeping your job—or at least in keeping it for a little while—you should step back and let me do this. And by the way: you don't have the slightest chance against me. Do not stand in my way. Don't get on the wrong side of me." By now, the Atrium was filled with aurors, healers and other people who felt strong enough to fight. Blade looked at them. There were about two hundred of them. "All right. I will give you the short version of what will happen in the next hours: Hogwarts is under attack. There are hundreds of Death Eaters you will be faced with. Some of you will die, others will survive. You will now take each others hand or just touch each other somewhere. Do not let go. I will teleport you to the castle. As soon as you are there, you will part into groups: Healers and Fighters. The Healers will go into the castle and stay in the entrance hall. It doesn't make any sense to have you standing on the battlefield. The Fighters will all take a sword from one of the baskets I will conjure up. Yes, swords." he said, as some of them opened their mouths to protest. "Voldemort—" they flinched, but Blade wet on as if nothing had happened, "is not stupid. He thinks we're unprepared. Prove him wrong." They did as they were told and Blade teleported them to the doors of the castle. The Death Eaters were almost there. When they arrived, the teachers stared at them. They had not expected such a crowd. The Healers went into the castle and Blade conjured up another five baskets filled with swords and everyone took one. He took a deep breath and let it out again. Dumbledore came up to him.
"I'm glad you decided for us." He said, touching his shoulder. For a moment, Blade was silent.
"I'm still just human." He said numbly. "And that is a fatal weakness which might get dangerous." Dumbledore frowned. "You will understand. Sooner or later. At the end of this war you will know." he paused and then said, as if nothing happened, in a louder voice, "Everyone get ready. Don't show mercy. Azkaban is not big enough for all of them and mercy might kill you in this war." Suddenly he spotted the Weasley twins in the crowd. He went over to them, "What are you doing here?" They stared at him,
"Fighting." they answered together. "Don't tell us we're too young. We've fought before. We can do it!" Blade nodded,
"I know. Don't prove me wrong. Your mother needs you. And you are too young to die. Especially in a war that is senseless and wrong." They stared at him and nodded.
"Thank you." They said in chorus. Blade nodded and went to the front.
"Build rows. I don't care who's in the first one. If you get hurt, go to the back. If you are seriously hurt, go into the entrance hall and let the Healers get you fixed up." An uncomfortable rumour filled the group and Blade turned to them once more. "I know you don't want to be here. I know most of you have a family. But if you don't fight now, because you don't want to die, you will have to fight another day. You can't run from them. And those of you, who have children at this school: you know whom you are protecting. And it's not only the students. If they get Hogwarts... they get everything." They nodded. Blade was glad he had pushed at least a little bit of self-confidence into them.
The students sat in their common rooms. The one with the best view was the Gryffindor common room. Hermione and Ron sat at the window, staring down at the teachers, aurors, and especially Blade. Hermione was close to tears. She knew Harry was in danger, but she couldn't say anything, because in this common room only she knew about Blade and also, she couldn't help him either, because they were locked into the room. Ron was meanwhile gaping at the group of people. Especially at his brothers. He was shaking from head to toe. If his brothers died in this war, he would feel responsible. He couldn't help them. He was locked up in a common room. They looked at each other.
"We have to do something," they said at the same time. Hermione made her way to the portrait of the Fat Lady and cast some spells on the only exit of this common room. Ron was standing behind her, making sure no one was watching.
"How long is this gonna take, 'Mione?" She glared at him,
"I am working on it, Ron... I just don't know which spell they used!" She turned and continued. After another two minutes she grinned at him, "I got it! Come on, let's go!" They pulled at the portrait a little to create an opening just big enough to get out of there. As soon as they were outside, Hermione cast a spell on the door and they made their way downstairs.
'We'll help you, Harry...' she thought.
'I won't let you die, Fred and George...' he thought.
Fynn arrived on Layden's clearing and bowed. Layden frowned,
"What is going on? Where is Blade?" Fynn took a deep breath.
"It has begun. The war has begun. Blade did not have enough time to inform you, so he asked me to do so. He left to help his friends." Layden was silent for a whole minute. Fynn did not dare to say a word.
"We will wait. I will watch it and inform you about everything." She nodded and turned to leave when Layden added, "Don't worry, Fynn. He will be all right." She smiled and left the clearing. She was sure, Harry was going to be okay, but she wasn't so sure about his friends. And she knew that if one of his friends died, it would give a catastrophe.
It had begun. It was a game where everyone stood on his own. Blade was to be found somewhere in between the Death Eaters, fighting three at a time. From an outsider's point of view it looked terribly difficult, but Blade himself didn't see it as a big challenge. He had it pretty easy, actually. He could always fight at least one off magically, while fighting the others with two swords or his arms and legs. For the first time he was actually glad for his condition training, because somehow every time one Death Eater died, another one replaced him immediately.
He had been fighting for about fifteen minutes, when suddenly he saw two young people coming out of the castle that he surely did not invite to the little party. He tried to hurry up with his new friends in front of him, but somehow they did not really want to give up. He waited for the right moment and then jumped up. The three Death Eaters around him had not been able to follow him fast enough and ran into each other, their swords in front of them. Blade landed on top of them and fought his way through to the two people, who were just facing some Death Eaters, of course without any kind of weapon in their hands. With a few waves of his sword and wand at the same time the men were on the ground. One of them was still moving, but Blade just stepped onto him and faced the teenagers. He was actually breathless,
"How stupid are you?" He breathed out, glaring at Ron and Hermione while putting his sword into its sheath. "How dare you sneak out of your common room... and think you can stand around on a battlefield? Are you insane? Has the stupidity virus gotten you?" They were staring him. They were both paralysed. Then, suddenly, Blade turned around and knocked out another Death Eater, who had just been approaching on him. Then he grabbed both Ron and Hermione by their shoulders and dragged them inside, past the Healers and the wounded people, who were moaning in pain. "Now..." he growled, "you will return to your common room and stay there. And after I am done here you will hear the rest of this." Hermione opened her mouth, but Blade stopped her, "No, Ms Granger. I do not want to hear any explanations, apologies or anything you would like to tell me. I thought you were more intelligent than that. Especially you, Ms Granger. And I thought you Mr Weasley would have a little more respect for Death Eaters. Or are you planning another stay at Nightmare Manor?" He shook his head, his eyes wide open in shock. Blade turned around and pulled out his sword again.
"But we just wanted to help—" Hermione called, making him turn around again.
"I don't think you would be a good help after you were killed." Then he went through the door and was gone. Ron and Hermione looked at each other.
"I want to help! I want to do something!" He said desperately. Suddenly someone touched his shoulder from behind. They both whirled around and stared at Sirius. He had a huge wound on his forehead and there was a deep cut on his upper arm.
"You cannot help." He said calmly. "However hard this may seem to you, but you don't belong out there. Yes, some people will die. Who knows, maybe I will. But it really won't be a help if you two do." He looked at the door through which Blade had just left. "He's right and you know it."
"But that still is no reason to hate us!" Hermione burst out. Sirius frowned at her,
"He does not hate you, Hermione! He cares for you. Even though it doesn't seem like it. Now... go back to your common room." They looked down, but suddenly Hermione turned around and ran outside. Ron and Sirius followed her as fast as they could.
"Hermione!" They chorused, but she didn't look back or stop. She grabbed a sword from the basket and made her way towards the Death Eaters. She didn't even see Blade anywhere, otherwise she would have shot one of her and-I-am-right-anyway-looks at him. Blade saw her, though. From his point of view she looked like some wild animal gone crazy. Just instead of running in circles she was running into her grave. Without hesitation he left the Death Eater he was fighting with and ran towards her. The Death Eater wasn't too pleased about being left without someone to fight with, so he threw his sword after Blade, which cut into his left arm and then fell to the ground. The cut was deep and Blade did not miss that. On his way after Hermione he gave out a little groan, but then put on a face of complete rage(which did indeed work with his emotions).
Ron and Sirius gaped at the scene.
"Oh god... He's gonna be mad." Sirius whispered, raising his eyebrows. Ron stared wide-eyed at him,
"What is he gonna do to her?" Sirius laughed sarcastically.
"To her? Nothing... well... he's going to scream at her... later... but I really don't wanna be a Death Eater right now!" They both went silent and watched the scene.
As soon as Blade had caught up with Hermione he grabbed her with his wounded arm and held her close to him so she couldn't move away, although she did protest with both her hands and feet. The sword she held fell to the ground. But suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks. She felt something. There was something coming from Blade. It was like... electricity. She had felt it before, but this time it was different. The power still came rolling off him like waves, but it felt different. And the waves came intervals. At first, Hermione thought it had no use, but as Blade pulled her closer to him, she could see them. There were silvery waves rolling off him and as they got bigger, everyone around them was pushed backwards. But as she looked closer, it was not everyone. Some people just stood there and looked at each other, wondering what was going on. Obviously they couldn't see it. They just felt it in a harmless way, while others were now sent flying through the air. It had gotten very dark, but as Hermione looked at the people standing, she noticed they were all on their side. Whatever Blade did, it only hurt the Death Eaters. She looked up at his face. His eyes were unfocused and he was breathing heavily. After every wave he took another deep breath and more and more sweat appeared on his face. Suddenly Hermione felt a twinge of regret that kept on growing. If she hadn't freaked out like that, Blade wouldn't have to use all his powers at once now. While she was deep in thoughts of regret, Blade had already stopped. He was standing in front of her now, trying to talk to Hermione, but somehow she was completely absent.
"Hermione?" he asked again and again. "Ms Granger?" He asked louder, and all of sudden she gave a jerk, "Are you all right?" He asked, looking at her surprised face. "Did you get hurt?" She opened her mouth, but needed a moment to find the words,
"Er... no,... I... I'm okay," was all she could push out. Blade smiled and nodded,
"Good. Come on, let's go inside." She nodded and followed him. As she looked to her left, she could see a whole bunch of Death Eaters, none of them moving. A bunch of teachers stood around them, making sure they wouldn't get up again, while others just gaped after Blade, who did not seem to care at all. Hermione didn't feel right asking, but couldn't hold herself,
"Aren't... aren't you exhausted?" Blade turned his head to her and laughed slightly.
"I think I will manage, Ms Granger, but thank you." Then he went to Sirius and looked at his wounds as if they were the grossest thing he'd ever seen. "Man, Sirius... Looks like a duck that got caught by a car and left on the street for days! You should have someone look at that... It's disgusting!" Sirius looked pleadingly at him. "Don't give me that look! I am not a bloody Healer! Oh, wait!" He smirked and conjured up a plaster as big as a melon. "I am sure we can fit that on your head... Maybe your inner wounds will heal, too!" Sirius stared wide-eyed at him,
"Don't you dare! That's going to ruin my hair-style!" Blade laughed and made his way into the castle. Sirius frowned, "Wait, what inner wounds...? Are you making fun of me?" Blade laughed,
"No, never, Sirius. Just about the tree behind you!" They all shook their heads and went inside, where Dumbledore was waiting for them,
"Blade, that was... simply awesome! Amazing! Fan—" Blade raised his hand,
"Thank you, thank you, that's enough. You can get your fan t-shirts later..." He paused. "I'm hungry. Albus, could you ask the elves to make some kind of midnight-snack? I think we'll get this hall filled. And while you do that, I will look at the amount of dead people from our side and then have a little talk with some people." He shot a glance at Ron and Hermione, who already took a step backwards, especially Hermione.
"I will order a feast. This was a good start into this war." Blade had just started to leave when Dumbledore said this, making him stop dead in his tracks.
"Albus... do not say that. EVER. Again. There are no good starts into wars and there are no good ends into wars. Wars do not have good reasons or results. Wars are wrong. Unfortunately we obviously won't get around one this time, but that doesn't make it right or good or anything you might think." He started walking again, but then he remembered something, "Oh, and Albus... Please don't invite Fud—I mean the minister—to this feast of yours... I've had my fill of him and his stupidity today." Dumbledore nodded and Blade went outside. Hermione looked at Sirius,
"What is he gonna do?" Sirius grinned,
"With you?" She nodded, "Ah, he's gonna be mad, but he wouldn't hurt you! You know that, don't you?" She looked at him as if she were doubting it, but then they made their way into the Great Hall.
The view was not pretty. Actually, it was everything but pretty. There were people on the ground, moaning and turning in pain. Others lay there, motionless. They were either unconscious or dead. Whereas dead was more probable that night. Blade took a deep breath and made his way through them, checking whether he might be able to help someone. Once in a while he could call someone to pick up those who were still alive—or at least still breathing. Then he heard crying. Someone was sitting at someone else's body, crying and trying to call for help. As Blade came nearer, he found that it was Fred Weasley, kneeling next to his brother, who was lying on the ground, motionless. When Fred saw Blade he sobbed,
"Please, you have to help... He—he's..." Blade didn't say a word, but sat down next to him and felt the other boy's pulse.
"He has a pulse. He's alive. Maybe—" Fred shook his head,
"I can't... move him. Every touch... every movement... seems to hurt him!" Blade sighed. He put his right hand to George's forehead to see if there actually was anything possible to help him.
"He's weak, that's true. But we might be able to help him." Fred looked at the mage, his face wet with tears,
"Can you heal him...?" He sobbed desperately.
"No, not me. I suck at healing magic... at least on the level your brother needs. Wait a bit." Fred opened his mouth to protest, but Blade held up his hand.
'Fynn!' he called, hoping she would still be awake. At first, nothing came back. 'Fynn! Are you awake?'
'Blade? What is going on?'
'I need your healing magic. I—'
'Are you hurt?' Before Blade could stop her, she started ranting, 'Is everything all right? Was Voldemort there? Are you okay? What about the others—'
'I am fine. Just a cut. But I need your help here. Someone is badly hurt.' A moment later, Fynn stood on the other side of George. She gasped,
"He's so... young! What in the world are children doing on a battlefield?" Blade tried to soothe her,
"These two are exceptions. Now could you please—" She knelt down and put her hand on his chest. Just seconds later, light blue light appeared on her palm and seemed to go straight into the young man's chest. Fred stared from the adults to his brother,
"I he going to be okay? What is happening?" He was in sheer panic and Blade put a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry. She will try her best to heal him. Calm down. I'm sure he will be okay. What happened anyway?" Fred swallowed. He wasn't sure whether he should be telling Blade everything or just continue to stare at his brother.
"Well... It was just a moment before you... you know... did that... someone stabbed him from behind with a sword. Then others stepped on him and kicked him and—" that was all he could say before starting to cry again. Before Blade could say anything to him, Fynn coughed,
"He'll be fine. He will just need some sleep, good food and care." She smiled and let Fred take over. He was all over his brother now, who woke up and coughed a little. Blade nodded and smiled at Fynn. She came over to him and hugged him, "I'm glad you're all right..." She looked at the wound on his left arm and touched it for about a minute. "As good as new..." He kissed her and they made their way inside the castle.
"Thank you, Fynn." He said, smiling at her.
"What for? Healing him?"
"No. Not only that." He paused. "For telling me to go here. You were right. This would not have ended well if I hadn't been here."
"Well, at least you're not losing your self-confidence, love..." She said, her eyebrows raised.
"Hey! I was essential here, okay?"
"Yeah, right. Whatever..." She laughed and put her head on his shoulder. They went inside and into the Great Hall. It was already filled with students, aurors, healers, teachers and other people. Fynn and Blade went to the Head table and sat down. That night, no one in the hall was mad at anyone, except for some Slytherins like Malfoy, but no one took notice of them. For now, everything was okay.
"The bridge between us and them exists... And it will not break so soon. I don't want you to have to choose, Harry."
