Chapter 1
At the start of summer vacation the train returned the students home, but Harry and all the members of the D.A. were not on it nor was Draco Malfoy.
In the Great Hall, the atmosphere was tense, the teachers and the D.A. were waiting for the rest of the order of the phoenix, the first to enter where the Weasley's.
As the Weasleys entered the Great Hall, a hush fell over the room. Molly Weasley, her eyes red-rimmed with worry, led the way, followed by Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George.
Molly's eyes darted around the room, stopping at the D.A. "Dumbledore, what are they doing here—"
"We are here to fight,"Cedric said firmly as he stepped forward, his presence commanding attention. Behind him, Harry, Hermione, and Ron stood tall, their expressions determined.
"But you're just kids," Molly protested, her voice wavering with concern ,"Dumbledore, you promised, no kids in the order."
Dumbledore's gaze softened as he approached Molly. "They are not in the order, I think they call themselves the D.A. past that, they are not listening to me."
Cedric stepped forward "if the Order wasn't up to the task last time, why trust them to do it this time?"
Mad Eye Moody stepped into the room , his magical eye whirling as he surveyed the gathering, followed by Nymphadora Tonks, Frank and Alice Longbottom, and Kingsley Shacklebolt.
Mad-Eye Moody's grizzled face twisted into a grim smile. "Looks like we're all here for the same reason," he growled. "But make no mistake, this isn't a game."
Tonks, her hair a striking shade of turquoise, nodded in agreement. "Moody's right."
Sirius Black and Remus Lupin stepped inside.
Dumbledore, his presence commanding, addressed the assembled group. "We —"
A doe patronus walked into the hall, the room fell silent as all eyes turned to the ethereal figure of the doe patronus. It glided gracefully through the air before coming to a stop in front of Harry. The silver glow of the doe's form cast an otherworldly light, illuminating Harry's face with an almost mystical aura.
"Nagini is the last horcrux and a Maledictus —" the voice of Snape echoed through the Great Hall as the Doe Patronus dissolved. His presence, unexpected and tense, caused a ripple of murmurs among those gathered.
"What's a Maledictus and a horcrux ?" Luna asked.
"A Maledictus is a witch or wizard cursed with a blood curse that eventually transforms them into a beast," Dumbledore explained, his voice carrying authority despite the weight of the revelation. "And a horcrux is a dark object containing a fragment of a wizard's soul, created through the most abhorrent of magics."
"Do we have them all?" Harry interjected, his brow furrowed with concern.
"No Harry we only have 5 horcruxes accounted for," Hermione continued, her voice steady as she stepped forward to join the conversation. "Tom Riddle's diary, the ring, the locket, the cup, and Nagini. But there's one more, a mystery that we need to solve."
"That's the second time, mate is there something you're not telling us?" Ron asked.
"I..I am the last horcrux."
Dumbledore's expression softened with understanding. "Harry, I had feared this possibility. Voldemort unintentionally made you a Horcrux the night he tried to kill you as a baby. He doesn't know this."
"But what does this mean?" Molly asked, her voice barely above a whisper, though it echoed loudly in the quiet hall.
"It means Voldemort can not die if I live," Harry said, his voice carrying a weight that seemed to settle over the room. "To destroy him, I have to die."
The revelation hung heavy in the air, each person in the room processing the implications in their own way. Molly Weasley's hands trembled slightly as she absorbed the magnitude of what Harry had just revealed.
"I shall chase him into the grave," Harry said.
Cedric Diggory spoke up"can't we bring him back, like me."
"Not without bringing him back,"Magni interjected."
Molly Weasley's hands trembled as she absorbed the magnitude of what Harry had just revealed. The room was filled with a profound silence, broken only by the shuffling of feet and the occasional gasp of disbelief. Dumbledore, his face a mask of sorrow and resolve, stepped forward, his voice calm but firm.
"We have to consider every option," he said, his eyes scanning the room. "Harry's sacrifice is a dire one, but there might be another way."
"Broder, can you go and get the sword from the Headmaster's office?" Magni asked Harry.
Harry nodded, his face set with determination. "I'll be back," he said, turning to leave the Great Hall.
Hermione stepped closer to Dumbledore. "Professor, is there really another way? Can we defeat Voldemort without Harry having to...?"
Dumbledore sighed deeply, his eyes filled with both wisdom and sadness. "No but yes."
Dumbledore's response left Hermione puzzled, her mind racing to grasp the complexity of his words. She glanced at Ron, whose expression mirrored her own confusion.
"What do you mean, Professor?" Ron asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
"It happened the day Voldemort returned, he used Harry's blood to build himself a body to bypass the protections in it
Magni sighed "No but yes."
Magni's response left Hermione puzzled, her mind racing to grasp the complexity of his words. She glanced at Ron, whose expression mirrored her own confusion.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
"The spell is known as a loving sacrifice."
"But the enchantment should have been broken long before that, he couldn't live with his aunt and uncle—" Dumbledore interjected.
"That's where we come in, or more specifically our little sister Karalla and a whole lot of technicalities. If you go to the house Delacour and cut the walls you will find that it bleeds the blood of lily potter.
"Then we have between now and his next birthday, to do this before the protection wears out—"
"No, that won't work, he knows of this, and even if we can trick him the bones back will just kill both of them."
Molly Weasley’s trembling intensified. “So, what do we do?” she implored, her voice a desperate plea.
"It happened the day Voldemort returned, he used Harry's blood to build himself a body, in short Voldemort cannot kill Harry but he can kill the Voldemort in Harry, but Harry cannot know of this, Harry must think he is choosing death.
Harry returned to the Great Hall, the Sword of Gryffindor held firmly in his grip. His steps echoed through the solemn chamber as he made his way back to where the others were gathered.
"I need a team, Ron, Hermione and Tonks
"What's the plan, Harry?" Ron asked, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.
"Infiltration by shapeshifting and invisibility cloak."
Harry's plan hung in the air, each member of the group absorbing its weighty implications. Tonks, her hair now a deep shade of purple, nodded in understanding. "I'm in," she declared, her eyes alight with determination.
Hermione, her brow furrowed in thought, voiced the concern that lingered in the minds of many. "But how do we ensure Voldemort doesn't sense us, especially with Nagini and his Legilimency skills?"
"Catch," Magni said, tossing them four small rings.
The rings glinted in the light as Harry caught him, examining it closely. "Portkey rings?"
"Ring's of mind shielding."
"You had these the whole time, and you let me have extra lessons with Snape? Snape?"
"Yes, that's for my pudding and your education," Magni said with a smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"When we are gonna D.A teach the order to make like one."
The plan was set, the team assembled, now all they had to do is wait for the opportunity to come.
Over the following days the teachers and the Order members were taught how to move like one group, unlearning bad habits like putting up Shields well not in the shield line."
"Remember, Mum, keep your focus on your area," Ron called out, his voice carrying across the room. "Leave the rest to the others."
"I'm trying but then I get worried about what's happening over there!" Molly replied, frustration evident in her tone.
"Maybe we should move you over to the defensive line," Tonks suggested. "That way, you can focus solely on protecting yourself and those around you, I can exchange positions with you."
As the days passed, the training regimen intensified. Each member of the D.A. and the Order dedicated themselves to honing their skills and mastering new techniques. Under Magni's guidance, they delved deeper into the intricacies of fortress defence, learning how to utilise their surroundings to their advantage.
And in the evenings new spells were learned and tested.
Cedric improved on Bombarda Maxima naming it Bombarda Suprima.
Hermione crafted a new spell called Protego Unity, a shield spell that merged with other shield spells that touched it, merging and making it stronger than its parts.
On the morning of the last of July , the air in the Great Hall was different. The tension that had gripped the room for days seemed to ease, replaced by a sense of anticipation. The long tables were laden with a special breakfast, and a banner reading "Happy Birthday, Harry" hung above the entrance.
Harry walked in, momentarily taken aback by the sight. The room erupted in cheers and applause, a stark contrast to the intense training sessions of the previous days. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny approached him, their faces alight with smiles.
"Happy birthday, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, hugging him tightly.
"Yeah, mate, happy birthday," Ron added, clapping him on the back. Ginny gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, her eyes twinkling with affection.
Harry smiled, though his mind was still preoccupied with the plan. The celebration was a welcome distraction, if only for a moment.
Dobby made a huge cake decorated with socks but to everyone's relief not real socks.
"Harry, open this one!" Ginny said excitedly, handing him a brightly wrapped present. He tore open the wrapping to reveal a golden snitch.
"It's the one you ate in your first year, I've had it repaired."
"Thank you, Ginn—"
Suddenly the sound of a slap rang through the hall , drawing everyone's attention. At the far end of the hall, a commotion had erupted, and to everyone's shock, Dobby had slept Sirius on the hand.
"No, not for you!"
As the hall fell into stunned silence, Dobby stood before Sirius, his tiny fists clenched in determination. His large, expressive eyes were filled with a mix of defiance and sorrow.
"Dobby, what's the meaning of this?" Dumbledore's voice cut through the tension, his eyes piercing as he surveyed the scene before him.
"Dobby is sorry, Headmaster, but Master Sirius cannot have the cake, it is chocolate." (dog animagus)
As Sirius rubbed his stinging hand, he glanced incredulously at Dobby. "What's wrong with chocolate cake?"
Dobby shifted nervously, his gaze darting around the room. "Chocolate is bad for dogs, Master Sirius. Dobby cannot let you eat it."
A few chuckles rippled through the crowd at Dobby's earnest explanation, but the tension remained palpable. Sirius, still perplexed by Dobby's unexpected intervention, gave a rueful smile.
"Well, I appreciate your concern, Dobby, but I'm not exactly a dog at the moment," Sirius said, gesturing to his human form. "But you should worry about Moony, not me."
over in another quarter Hagrid and Magni were arm wrestling.
The sight of Hagrid and Magni engaged in an arm wrestling match drew the attention of those gathered in the Great Hall. The contrast between the towering Hagrid and the diminutive Magni was striking, yet it was Hagrid who was struggling.
"Come on, Hagrid, you can do it!" called out Neville, his voice filled with encouragement as he watched from the sidelines.
Magni, for his part, sat calmly, his expression unchanged as he met Hagrid's formidable strength with his own. Despite his smaller stature, there was an undeniable power emanating from him, rooted in his unwavering determination.
Magni, for his part, sat calmly, his expression unchanged as he met Hagrid's formidable strength with his own. Despite his smaller stature, there was an undeniable power emanating from him, rooted in his unwavering determination.
As the contest between Hagrid and Magni continued, the Great Hall erupted into cheers and applause. Students and teachers alike gathered around to witness the spectacle, their eyes glued to the two competitors locked in a battle of strength.
"Go on, Hagrid!" shouted Ginny, her voice rising above the din of the crowd.
Hagrid grunted with effort, his massive arms straining against Magni's unwavering resistance. Beads of sweat formed on his brow as he exerted all his considerable might in an attempt to overpower his opponent.
Across from him, Magni remained composed, his gaze steady as he met Hagrid's gaze with a calm boredom and a small, almost imperceptible smile playing at the corners of his lips. Despite the intense effort evident on Hagrid's face, Magni's demeanour suggested he wasn't exerting himself.
Finally, with a determined roar, Hagrid made one last, mighty push. The crowd held its breath, the tension palpable, but Magni's arm didn't budge. Instead, with a sudden, decisive moment, he gently but firmly brought Hagrid's hand down to the table.
The hall burst into applause, a mixture of admiration and surprise at Magni's unexpected victory. Hagrid, ever the good sport, laughed heartily and shook Magni's hand.
"Blimey, yer stronger than ye look!" Hagrid exclaimed, sOn the morning of the last of July , the air in the Great Hall was different. The tension that had gripped the room for days seemed to ease, replaced by a sense of anticipation. The long tables were laden with a special breakfast, and a banner reading "Happy Birthday, Harry" hung above the entrance.
Harry walked in, momentarily taken aback by the sight. The room erupted in cheers and applause, a stark contrast to the intense training sessions of the previous days. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny approached him, their faces alight with smiles.
"Happy birthday, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, hugging him tightly.
"Yeah, mate, happy birthday," Ron added, clapping him on the back. Ginny gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, her eyes twinkling with affection.
Harry smiled, though his mind was still preoccupied with the plan. The celebration was a welcome distraction, if only for a moment.
Dobby made a huge cake decorated with socks but to everyone's relief not real socks.
"Harry, open this one!" Ginny said excitedly, handing him a brightly wrapped present. He tore open the wrapping to reveal a golden snitch.
"It's the one you ate in your first year, I've had it repaired."
"Thank you, Ginn—"
Suddenly the sound of a slap rang through the hall , drawing everyone's attention. At the far end of the hall, a commotion had erupted, and to everyone's shock, Dobby had slept Sirius on the hand.
"No, not for you!"
As the hall fell into stunned silence, Dobby stood before Sirius, his tiny fists clenched in determination. His large, expressive eyes were filled with a mix of defiance and sorrow.
"Dobby, what's the meaning of this?" Dumbledore's voice cut through the tension, his eyes piercing as he surveyed the scene before him.
"Dobby is sorry, Headmaster, but Master Sirius cannot have the cake, it is chocolate." (dog animagus)
As Sirius rubbed his stinging hand, he glanced incredulously at Dobby. "What's wrong with chocolate cake?"
Dobby shifted nervously, his gaze darting around the room. "Chocolate is bad for dogs, Master Sirius. Dobby cannot let you eat it."
A few chuckles rippled through the crowd at Dobby's earnest explanation, but the tension remained palpable. Sirius, still perplexed by Dobby's unexpected intervention, gave a rueful smile.
"Well, I appreciate your concern, Dobby, but I'm not exactly a dog at the moment," Sirius said, gesturing to his human form. "But you should worry about Moony, not me."
over in another quarter Hagrid and Magni were arm wrestling.
The sight of Hagrid and Magni engaged in an arm wrestling match drew the attention of those gathered in the Great Hall. The contrast between the towering Hagrid and the diminutive Magni was striking, yet it was Hagrid who was struggling.
"Come on, Hagrid, you can do it!" called out Neville, his voice filled with encouragement as he watched from the sidelines.
Magni, for his part, sat calmly, his expression unchanged as he met Hagrid's formidable strength with his own. Despite his smaller stature, there was an undeniable power emanating from him, rooted in his unwavering determination.
Magni, for his part, sat calmly, his expression unchanged as he met Hagrid's formidable strength with his own. Despite his smaller stature, there was an undeniable power emanating from him, rooted in his unwavering determination.
As the contest between Hagrid and Magni continued, the Great Hall erupted into cheers and applause. Students and teachers alike gathered around to witness the spectacle, their eyes glued to the two competitors locked in a battle of strength.
"Go on, Hagrid!" shouted Ginny, her voice rising above the din of the crowd.
Hagrid grunted with effort, his massive arms straining against Magni's unwavering resistance. Beads of sweat formed on his brow as he exerted all his considerable might in an attempt to overpower his opponent.
Across from him, Magni remained composed, his gaze steady as he met Hagrid's gaze with a calm boredom and a small, almost imperceptible smile playing at the corners of his lips. Despite the intense effort evident on Hagrid's face, Magni's demeanour suggested he wasn't exerting himself.
Finally, with a determined roar, Hagrid made one last, mighty push. The crowd held its breath, the tension palpable, but Magni's arm didn't budge. Instead, with a sudden, decisive moment, he gently but firmly brought Hagrid's hand down to the table.
The hall burst into applause, a mixture of admiration and surprise at Magni's unexpected victory. Hagrid, ever the good sport, laughed heartily and shook Magni's hand.
"Blimey, yer stronger than yeh look!" Hagrid exclaimed, still catching his breath. Magni simply smiled and nodded, his expression one of humble acknowledgment.
"With you on our site, we'll be unstoppable," Hagrid declared, clapping Magni on the back with a hearty laugh that sent ripples of amusement through the hall.
"We would, if it wasn't for his curse," Hermione interjected he is incapable of harming anyone so his.
till catching his breath. Magni simply smiled and nodded, his expression one of humble acknowledgment.
"With you on our site, we'll be unstoppable," Hagrid declared, clapping Magni on the back with a hearty laugh that sent ripples of amusement through the hall.
"We would, if it wasn't for his curse," Hermione interjected he is incapable of harming anyone so his.