A/N 2-11-08: Once again, THIS IS NOT AN UPDATE! It is chapters 64-69.
Chapter Sixty-four: Might We be of Assistance?
Harry and Hermione turned toward the school. Almost every teacher, the winter crew, the H.A, and several Aurors were all running at full blast down the hill. They were firing curses left and right. Several Death Eaters who couldn't through up shields fast enough fell.
Harry and Hermione took full advantage of the Death Eaters momentary lapse and began to fight with all of their might. With his sword gripped tightly in both hands and nearly lethal wandless magic, Harry cut at everything in sight. He aimed not to kill, but if they ended up dieing, Harry would not have that blood on his hands.
He spared a glance at Hermione. She was not only using her wand to fire extremely well aimed curses, but was using Lucius' knife with remarkable accuracy and ease.
Suddenly, someone lowered his hands, grabbed him by the waist, and forcefully led him out of the middle of the circle of Death Eaters. Harry started to struggle, angry that the intoxicating flow of wandless magic had been stopped.
Then he looked up to see who it was who had him.
It was Sev! And McGonagall had a hold of Hermione.
Once they were past the Death Eaters, Harry immediately threw up a nearly impenetrable, nearly unbreakable, one-way shield over everyone so that magic could only hit the Death Eaters, and began once again fiercely hacking at Death Eaters. Hermione must have gotten the idea, because she continued to use her knife.
The day continued on like that. Rarely were the Death Eaters able to get through Harry's shield, but when they did, the results were disastrous.
The Death Eaters weren't all that accustomed to making shields, so theirs weren't as good. Many more Death Eaters fell that day.
When the sun was starting to set, even the Light Side had taken some pretty nasty blows. Harry was tapping into unknown strengths to keep his sword moving, but he somehow managed to do so.
And the battle raged on.
Sixty-five: Waiting for the Dawn
When night finally set in, both sides conceded to an uneasy truce. Each settled to an opposite side of the battle field. Both had taken heavy injuries, but the Death Eaters had much more damage than the Light.
On the side of the battle field where the Light made camp, a mini potions lab had been set up. All of the potions that had been made over the summer had already been used, and working out of a potions lab inside of the school was too far away from the battle site.
All of the winter crew was working on two potions at once, Harry was working on three, and Sev on four.
The H.A. was also pulling their weight. Those who were gifted in potions were cutting up plants that would be needed, a couple were dispensing the potions according to Madame Pomphrey's instructions, several were cleaning out used cauldrons and phials, and still more were ladling in finished potions into cleaned phials.
A couple hours before dawn, all potions were made, an almost everyone who was injured had been cured and were curled up somewhere, sleeping. Those that needed more help than could be given had been transported by train to St. Mungo's, as any other form of travel would have made their injuries worse.
The summer crew and H.A. finally were able to rest. Most had a little something to eat before curling up to rest.
Before sleeping, though, Harry found Sirius. "How are you able to be out here? Won't people recognize you?" Harry asked his godfather.
Sirius grinned lopsidedly. "Minerva, Professor McGonagall to you, found a handy spell. Those who know of my innocence will see me for me. Those who don't know of my innocence will simply see me as someone who they think they might know from somewhere. The only draw back is that it can only be used once, and for a limited time, 72, hours, max."
"Hhmm, interesting. I'll have to ask her about that later." And Harry curled up under a blanket and went to sleep.
Chapter Sixty-six: The Sun is Rising
Harry felt as though he'd just fallen asleep, when someone started shaking him to wake up. He forced his eyes open, and looked up to see who had woken him. Sev disappeared out of his line of sight just as Harry opened his eyes.
Next to him on his left, he heard Sev whisper, "Draco wake up."
Harry rubbed his eyes and forced himself to sit up. Turing to his right he saw Ron struggling to get up. Standing up, Harry stretched. He looked around the area where the Light had camped out. People were starting to stir. The east was just starting to have a pink hue to it.
Harry made his way around people who were waking up to the edge of the Light side's camp, where the battle had taken place. He could clearly make out the line between the Light side and the Dark side. There was blood red line, and the Death Eaters side was soaked with blood. There were only small specks of blood on the Light's side. Harry must have done more damage with his sword than he thought. Hermione had also done surprisingly well, when he thought back to the brave girl who had fought next to him.
Past where the battle had taken place, Harry could just make out the Dark side's camp. They were also beginning to stir.
The sun was now fully risen.
The sky and the sun had a red tint to them.
Blood will be spilled today.
Chapter Sixty-seven: Side by Side
How long Harry stood there, gazing at the battle field, he didn't know, but it was by someone coming to stand next to him. He looked out of the corner of his eye to see who had come to stand next to him. It was Draco.
"I talked to Dumbledore," Draco said after a moment of silence.
Harry didn't look at Draco, but kept his attention on the field in front of him. "What did he have to say?"
"He wants you to be in the front. Is that alright?"
"Why doesn't he ask me himself?"
"Well. . . he seemed busy. I guess he just saw me first." Harry just nodded. "How can you be so . . .calm?" Draco asked.
"What's the point in worrying? What will happen will happen," Harry stated.
Draco gulped. "Do you think we're going to die?" Draco asked.
Harry glanced at Draco out of the corner of his eye. "Sev trained us well. If we use what he taught us, I don't think so. But don't worry; I'll stand by your side for as long as I can."
Draco chuckled. "If I do die, I never thought I would die standing side by side a Gryffindor."
Harry finally turned to look at Draco, a smirk on his face. "How about side by side your brother?"
Draco grinned and nodded. "Yeah. That I could do."
Harry heard someone stand next to him on his other side. He turned, half expecting to see Dumbledore. What he saw instead was a red-eyed Hermione who looked like she'd spent the night crying rather than sleeping. She held her wand in one hand and Lucius' knife in the other so hard her knuckles were white. She was also looking at the battlefield rather than Harry.
"Hermione?" he asked. She turned to face him. "Are you alright?"
She just nodded.
Harry cocked an eyebrow, and turned to Draco, who had leaned forward to watch them. Draco shrugged. When Harry turned to look at Hermione again, she was facing forward, her eyes dry.
Chapter Sixty-eight: Become who you were Born to Be
The sun was fully over the horizon when it became black with Death Eaters. Harry automatically put up the same shield he'd used yesterday, but he put more power behind it.
Harry called upon his wandless magic, and drew his sword. When the Death Eaters were fully visible, Harry gave an almighty battle cry and ran forward. He barely registered that others had done the same.
The first Death Eater came upon Harry suddenly, and Harry lopped off the Death Eater's arm.
And the battle continued, even more fiercely than it had the day before. The Death Eaters, despite their diminished ranks, seemed to have something to prove.
On and on the battle raged, without any sign of letting up. Harry forced himself to put more power behind his sword. He did not want this battle to go on yet another day.
He was focusing so hard on the instinct that would guide his sword, he neglected his personal shield.
His body suddenly exploded in pain. He tried to use is wandless magic, his instinct, to make it go away while trying to fight at the same time. But his vision started to go blurry, so he ducked out of the battle, and made his way to where they'd made camp the night before.
Once he was clear of the battle, he sheathed his sword and rubbed his eyes to try to make the blurriness go away, but it didn't. He put is hands on his thighs and stared at the ground, hoping, praying, that his vision would get fixed. He poured all of his wandless magic behind it.
He realized that he was standing right on the spot where he killed Voldemort. He could tell by the stain on the ground. It looked as though someone had wiped a blade clean, and beyond that the ground was soaked in blood.
He focused on the blood-red grass as what he could see got smaller and smaller, until all he could see was a pin drop of the blood-red grass.
His sight failed him.
Harry closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them, he would be looking at the grass.
He opened his eyes.
His world was black.
Harry closed his eyes again, this time calling up more wandless magic and instinct than ever before. He drew his sword, and he could feel the power and energy surrounding him increase exponentially.
He focused on expanding his wandless magic to where he knew the battle to be.
And found, through his magic, he could see! Not perfectly, but well enough. He could see auras; if a person was good, their aura was light, but if they were a Death Eater, it was black or dark. He could recognize those he knew well through their individual auras.
He then realized that all of the excess energy and magic he'd been creating had gone to his hand. Harry focused harder on the battle. He 'saw' the magic that was being performed. He could see the strengths and weaknesses of the battle. He suddenly felt the energy in his hand become hot. Hot like fire.
He flung his hand to the Death Eater's side.
And ran to the edge of the battle.
He began fighting harder than he'd ever fought before. He could no longer see, so he had no idea how much damage he was inflicting on the Death Eaters.
Warm drops began to fall on his face, and the more he fought, he harder they fell. Was it rain or blood that was falling?
But Harry was beyond caring. For each Death Eater he hurt would be one less Death Eater that would hurt one of his friends.
He fought and fought, but for how long, Harry didn't know. He could have fought for two minutes or two hours. Time lost meaning a long time ago. Harry threw all of his energy, magical and physical, into fighting.
Suddenly, there was no one in front of him. He could feel the strength in his legs give out, and tried to do something to stop himself from falling, but he couldn't.
Lying down became a welcome relief.
Chapter Sixty-nine: How did it Come to This?
Cornelius Fudge sat at his desk, beyond shocked. He couldn't believe the report on his desk. Voldemort had indeed been resurrected, but he was now dead. Several Death Eaters had died, and others were being held at St. Mungo's or a wizarding prison in the middle of nowhere.
He couldn't get his breath, and his chest was starting to hurt.
He slowly raised his eyes to his secretary. "How did it come to this?"
She shrugged. "I don't know."
He looked at the list of Death Eaters that had died. Lucius Malfoy was on this list. He had trusted him! Malfoy had said that Voldemort hadn't risen and he blindly believed him!
His left hand was going numb; he flexed it. His chest was hurting even more.
There was a battle on Hogwarts grounds, and students had been a part of it! STUDENTS! Fifth and fourth years!
He groaned as he felt his head hit the table.