A Plan Starts To Come Together
Voldemort was pretty sure that this was a dream, he'd been resting on the couch in the drawing room at Malfoy manner, but now he found himself walking, he could hear music, he followed the music, recognising the tunes as sea shanties. As he got closer, he heard a sound that he couldn't place it had a sort of rhythmic sound to it. He stepped down onto a stone floor that wasn't anything to do with Malfoy manner, further telling him that this was indeed a dream. In the middle of a large stone floor was Harry dancing, but that wasn't the odd thing, the odd thing was that he was wearing a pair of wooden clogs.
Seeing him watching, Harry waved his wand and the music stopped, Harry looked at him "Oh good your here, I figured that if I played some music and danced in clogs you'd come running, I got you some clogs" he looked at Harry who handed him a pair of clogs. What was Harry's game here, he couldn't make out, what the idiot boy was up to.
Harry continued "I get the idea that you like people to know your coming, well in clogs people can hear you coming, yours have carved snakes on them. He looked at them, he had to admit they were well made wooden shoes, but he didn't understand why was Harry often giving him gifts in his dreams. Could he have some form of Stockholm syndrome, it seemed to be the only explanation.
He found them walking down a cobbled street both in clogs. He had to admit that the clogs were comfortable, and the noise was comforting in a strange sort of way, the way they echoed. Harry looked at him and said "well I better get going, sorry the clogs are only available in this dream, but maybe you could get yourself some, I love mine, I like the noise I make when I walk in them". Harry walked off and disappeared, and Voldemort woke up on the couch in the drawing room at Malfoy manner. These dreams were just so bizarre.
In shell cottage Hermione watched as Harry woke up yawned and nodded in a determined fashion "it's time, assemble the troops, tell Ron to get a message to Fred and George, he knows what to put" he nodded at her "it's time, get a message to the house elves, and McGonagall. I'll message the Muggle borns, there holding up in the room of requirements, I'll use Sirius's owl".
Three owls left shell cottage each carrying a letter. Ron looked at Hermione they were both holding glasses of lemonade. Hermione clinked glasses with Ron "here's to death". Ron nodded despondently "here's to war". Harry looked up into the angry cloud filled sky as a brilliant fork of lighting lit up the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder, he had a determined look on his face "no, here's to victory" they all clinked glasses making a toast in unison to their victory.