Harry Potter and Gaining Momentum

A/N: I must apologize for the last five chapters not being class=SpellE>beta’ed, but I seemed to have lost contact with mine. The
chapters will be replaced with the edited versions as soon as possible, Thanks,

Ryanaven

Harry,
Draco, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna were all sitting inside the
Three Broomsticks going over the lesson plan with Harry for the next DA
meeting. It was now the weekend before Halloween and a Hogsmeade weekend. Harry
had asked them all to gather around to help him plan because all of them but
Draco were present to the DA before the new recruits were brought in. He had
made them all assistant instructors so that the, now large, group of students
would be prepared for what was coming in November. They all spent the last
three weeks catching the new members up to date on the spells that they’d
learned the last year and were now discussing the progress and whether everyone
was ready to continue on with the Patronus spell.

“So
you got the okay from Dumbledore to teach it to all of us?” Luna asked in her
dreamy fashion.

“He
thinks it’s safe so we’ll be doing it in the next lesson if you guys say
they’re ready. I know the new and old seventh year members are,” Harry said.

“The
third years are. I’m rather surprised at how fast they caught on to the spells
we’ve already taught them,” Hermione said. Harry grinned. He knew if anyone
could catch a third year up on such subject matter, it was defiantly Hermione.

“Fourth
years are definitely ready. I’ve been working with some of them out of class
while you guys were ing ing on your material for Spell Invention. They’re
coming along quite nicely if I do say so myself,” Ron said beaming with pride; Hermione
slipped an arm around his waist.

“I
only had to catch up about six fifth years so they’re fine. I believe they
would be ready to start on the Patronus Charm,” Neville said.

“I’ve
been watching you with the others Neville, you should really look into a job as
a teacher after school,” Ginny commented clapping him on the shoulder.

“Thanks,”
Neville murmured embarrassed.

“How
about the sixth years, are they ready?” Harry asked looking at Ginny and Luna
who had been working with that group because it seemed to be the larger group
from all the others.

“As
far as I can tell, they’re ready. A few of them didn’t like the fact that they
had to review things they’d already learned, but after we told them that they
were doing it wrong anyway, the wizened up and decided to stop questioning us,”
Ginny said mischievously.

“Especially
after the Bat-Bogey hex you put Zabini under,” Luna said with the same glint.

“So
we’re all agreed that the next lesson shouldn’t be pushed back any further?”
Harry asked as Hermione kept an eye on her Quick Quill to make sure everything
was written down in detail. All the others nodded in unison. “Great! We have a
lot of Bogarts left over after we finished the Dementor Binder, so we should
have enough to practice on for the time being,” he finished taking a swig of
his Butterbeer.

“Have
we had any more reactions from the parchment yet?” Ron asked. Hermione shook
her head no.

Hermione
had cursed the new parchment to highlight the name of any person that reviled
the nature of the meetings, or that went against the alliance of Dumbledore’s
Army. Only one person in the past month had been caught, but as it turned out,
it was good for the group. Sally-Anne was apparently a proud pureblood witch,
as were her parents. Though her parents, specifically her father, were overly
proud and agreed with the Dark Lord. As it turns out, Sally-Anne had a class=SpellE>Deatheater for a father and was insistent on carrying on
the charade that she too was going to father in his esteemed footsteps, though
she had no reason to do so. So, instead, she acted as Snape did. She fed bits
of true information to keep everyone happy and so that it was concurrent with
the other reports from Hogwarts, but for the better part, she told her father
that due to being in Hufflepuff, she was usually overlooked when it came to
popularity or social status.

Of
course none of this was figured out until she had breached the contract of the
DA. She had told her father that, yes, it had been reformed, but that she was
not part of the inner circle so she wasn’t given any information about what was
happening behind the scenes. She was asked about what happened to the Dementors
and she told them that she wasn’t aware of any Dementor attack. This seemed to
infuriate her father who brooded as to why Dumbledore kept the whole thing
hush-hush.

Hermione
was, of course, the first one aware that the contract had been breached and by
whom it was breached by and immediately took action. She, Ron, and Harry had all
made a trip to the Hufflepuff common room after locating Sally-Anne on the Marauder’s
Map. After they had spoken to Hannah at the entrance, she whisked them away
inside to take care of the situation. Harry was taken slightly aback at how
furious she was at the betrayal. It seemed as though she was personally
insulted by the breach. Though, Harry reasoned, she was a Hufflepuff, which
were known for their fierce loyalty.

At
seeing the trio enter the common room Sally-Anne cut off the floo to her father
with a hiss and stood up to greet them guiltily knowing full well that she had
been caught. Hermione, being always the voice of reason, allowed her to plead
her case before they booted her from the DA and let Harry perform the memory charm
on her that would wipe her memory of the meetings as if she’d never been to
one. They all stood shocked as she reviled that her father was a class=SpellE>Deatheater and that she did, in fact, give him information
about the DA. She immediately followed the confession with her small tidbit of
information and asked that be able to remain. The three spoke briefly alone to
contemplate the seriousness of the event before Harry came to the conclusion of
using her as a small spy to get information on any attacks that would happen in
or around the school. She agreed whole-heartedly before letting Harry view the
conversation via Legilimency and affirm her story. The DA now had a spy.

“So,
Sally hasn’t come to you with any recent information?” Ginny asked.

“No,
but that doesn’t necessarily mean that there’s nothing happening, after all,
this is Tom we’re talking about,” Draco said sarcastically. It was then that
Harry felt a twinge in his scar. He rubbed with his brow furrowed for a moment.

“Harry?”
Ron said cautiously. Harry looked at him. “Is it hurting?” he asked lowering
his voice.

“Just
a slight prickle,” he said reassuringly.

“Harry,
that doesn’t mean anything!” Hermione hissed, “You know how well your mental
walls are built, there’s no reason you should feel anything unless---,” she
trailed off looking at Harry and paling.

“Unless
what?” Luna asked confused.

“Unless
he’s near by,” Harry said standing up. The crowed in the pub was so loud that
even with the voice amplifier he’d never be able to warn everyone. The others
had stood along with him and were looking at him expectantly for instructions.

“Well,
what are we supposed to do?” Neville said determinedly. Harry heaved a heavy class=GramE>sigh, there was only one way to protect everyone that was
indoors.

“If
you don’t want to participate, stay here. If you want to help with a grand
scale bit of spell work, follow me,” he said gravely as he made his way around
the people and out the front doors.

“What
are we doing Harry?” Hermione asked worriedly.

“The
only thing we can do, we’re shielding all of the people inside the shops and
such. Then we’ll put up a ward until they can all floo out,” he said shaking
his head.

“Harry,
we don’t have staves yet, we can’t do that kind of magic,” Ron said stating the
obvious.

“You
may not have you staves, but I do. You’ll just have to give me a little power
because if I try to do this myself, there’s a chance that my dam can break and
I’ll flatten the place and save Voldemort the effort and time,” he said.

“Right,
so how do you want to go about this?” Neville said again in a determined voice.
Harry waved his hand and reviled his staff. He made a quick motion and shoved
the butt end of the staff into the ground the grasped Ron and Draco’s hand.

“Form
a circle around the staff,” he instructed them. They all complied. “You’re
going to feed a bit of Will magic so you’ll defiantly feel drained after this,”
he said. The all nodded in understanding. “I just want you to think of giving
me power. Close your eyes and imagine that you’re letting your magic pour
around the circle and into me then I’ll shape it and direct it rds rds the
staff so it is amplified and cast,” he said, then he closed his eyes.

Draco
seemed to be graspins has hand overly tight, but Harry hardly noticed as he was
concentrating on shaping the magic. At first Harry was aware that the only
magic he was using was his own, that is until he got a burst of someone else’s.
He wasn’t sure whose it was, but it did have a magical signature. That one
single burst seemed to clear a path on Harry’s right side so he suspected that
it was Ginny or Luna who had sent it because as soon as it hit him, he started
getting three more signatures mixed in with hit. He now knew that Draco,
Hermione, Luna, and Ginny were all giving him power. Then the second burst hit
him and this time he was almost delirious with the magic that was coursing
though his veins. It burned like his whole body was on fire, but he didn’t
break the circle, instead he started directing the magic towards his staff
hoping that his plan of using Will magic through the
staff would be amplified due to the virtues oe eme emerald. The light that was
pouring out of Harry was white hot and brighter than any he’d ever seen. He was
the only one with his eyes open as the others proceeded to pour the magic into
him. The emerald atop the staff was now glowing brilliantly as it built up the
magic needed. It was at this point that Harry heard several gasps come from
around their small group, but still, not one of his friends moved to show
they’d heard anything.

Harry
made a slight nod at the staff and the brilliant burst of magic burst into the
sky and bathed the whole main street of Hogsmeade in brilliant white light.
This was what was odd to Harry. His Will magic had always been gold, not white.
He was dimly aware, as he was still shaping and conducting magic, that people
were being pushed back into the shops and pubs before they were sealed off with
a green impenetratable barrier. There was now people
panicking and banging on the walls of the barriers only to receive a bruised
hand with their attempts. After about five minutes, Harry couldn’t take it
anymore and collapsed to the ground as the last bit of magic was pushed into
the staff. The whole of Main Street
and probably a bit further was safe, which included the majority of the
students and that was enough for Harry.

The
others seemed to slip out of r dar dazes also and it seemed that Ron was the
only one able to stand without trembling.

“Harry
mate, are you alright?” Ron asked panting with his hands on his knees. Harry
nodded feebly before he stood upright again, though slightly slumped.

“We
should get him back, everyone safe for now,” Here, we, who was on one knee
gasped out. Harry shook his head at her waiting for the ing ing to stop.

“Don’t
argue with us Harthisthis is not your battle alone! You’ve already set up all
these barriers, let Dumbledore finish this!” Ginny exclaimed trying to gain her
footing once more. Harry suddenly felt his scar again, this time though; it was
stronger, though it didn’t quite hurt yet.

“Everyone
grab on to me,” he said to the others. They all looked at each other oddly
before Luna, and Neville crawled over to him. Ron helped Hermione up and Ginny
walked on her own accord over to him. Harry held out a slightly limp arm as
co, co, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Neville all grabbed hold. There was
suddenly a flash of flames and everyone was standing in the Headmaster’s
office.

“It’s
nice to see you’ve gotten a good hold of your new powers Harry,” Dumbledore
said amused as he stood. Then suddenly his face turned grave as he saw Harry’s
exhausted form. “What is it, what’s happened?” he askedentlently. Draco
answered.

“Harry
felt pain in his scar and suggested we set up some quick precautions before Tom
made it into Hogsmeade. Harry instructed us to form a circle and he used his
and our power to cast barriers on the shops and pubs with Will
magic. It worked, but he conveniently forgot to mention it was going to cripple
him,” Draco said somewhat hostilely.

“Harry!
You had foreign magic in you? That can kill you, you should know that!” Albus
exclaimed as he walked quickly to his floo and threw in some powder. “Severus!”
he yelled into the grate.

“Headmaster?”
the reply of everyone’s favorite potions master.

“I
need a magic purifying potion and your presence in my office as soon as
possible,” he said ending the call with no other instructions or good-byes. He
continued to do this until he had contacted all the professors and had them all
in his office. He even went as far as to contact Madam Pomfrey to get a
Pepper-Up potion for Harry and the others.

It
was no time before all the professors were in the office and wondering what was
going on. Albus filled them in quickly and they all watched in awe as
Dumbledore explained.

“I
hate to say this Harry, but you’re going to have to try to take us all back
there. If the barriers have held, then there’s no way to get out of the shops
if we floo there and we won’t get off the grounds in time to make it,” he said.
Harry was feeling about sixty percent better after the purifying potion, and
the Pepper-up seemed to take care of the rest. He nodded with a new found
determinedness and walked to the middle of the room.

“Everyone
grab a hold, it may be a rough ride. I’ve never carried this many people
before,” he said, but he didn’t let the thought deter him. He stuck out both
arms as if getting ready for flight as all the professors took hold. Harry
glanced at the somewhat hesitant potions master and as soon as he had taken
hold of Harry’s right elbow Harry closed his eyes. The flames were so intense
that his friends, who he’d left behind, had to jump behind the chairs to avoid
being scorched. Hermione, Ginny, and Draco immediately began casting dousing
spells on the carpet to put out the smoke that lingered. style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

Just
as they disappeared, the group of professors, and one very cautious Headmaster
reappeared in a rush of flames connected to one Harry Potter. Albus and Snape,
being the ever graceful ones, landed on firm feet while Sprout and Vector
landed harshly on their backsides. Everyone else seemed to stumble, but
nonetheless got bearings rather quickly. Harry automatically looked around for
danger as soon as he opened his eyes, but was suddenly overcome with the pain
in his scar that only meant one thing; Voldemort was near, too near. Seeing
Harry grasp his scar, Albus, wthe the reflexes of a cat, cast a very strong
pain shield on Harry and inquired on its proficiency.

“It
worked, thanks,” Harry said slightly panting. This was another spell he was
gong to have to work on in the future. He needed to mix it with a glamour charm
so he could have it constantly in place. Over the last couple months, unknown
to his friends and even Draco and Dumbledore, Harry had been working on a
variety of spells that he intended to use in the final battle with Voldemort.

“Harry,
do you feel you need to return?” Albus asked concerned.

“No,
I need to see this, even if I can’t participate. I need technique,” Harry said
bluntly. Albus just nodded at him.

“So
be it, but please don’t get involved unless it is absolutely necessary,
understand?” the Headmaster said sternly casting a cautious look around. Harry
nodded in confirmation. “Minerva, Severus, Scythia,
Samantha, you take the left side of the street while Harry, Severus, class=SpellE>Filus, and Myself take the right side. Do NOT go out of my
sight for any reason,” he stressed as they split up.

With
Professor Dumbledore in the lead, Harry walked in his shadow up the right side
of the street. Harry had landed them at the bottom of Main
Street where the Shrieking Shack was located. From
up ahead Harry could hear a few minor explosions.

“There
trying to take down the wards,” Harry whispered unnecessarily to the Headmaster
who just nodded that he heard.

“Are
you sure they can’t get through?” Snape asked narrowing his eyes at Harry.
Harry rolled his at Snape.

“If
I was so certain, I wouldn’t have been so worried about getting help, they could
have all just flooed away,” he said.

“Don’t
give me lip Potter, it was a simple question,” he hissed back at Harry.

“Enough!”
Dumbledore whispered harshly before turning back around and increasing his
speed to the main drag of shops and the like.

Harry
could now see a crowd of black robed figured running here and about, wands in
hand, randomly shooting spells at the wards of the shops. In the swishing of
the Dark Cloaked figures he could see shrouded figures that seemed to glide
over the ground, Dementors. Apparently Voldemort didn’t realize he had lost
some, or he may have kept them for a larger battle where they would be more
effective in the pandemonium. Amongst them all, standing in the middle of the
street, was the Dark Lord himself who was standing with his back to the group
and looking about in a superior way. Suddenly though, his exterior cracked and
he let out a roar of high-pitch rage and frustration. He shoved several cloaked
figures out of the way and drew himself up to an awesome height before
bellowing the Killing Curse.

“AVADA
KADAVDA!” his voice rang though the mid day air. The ward visibly weakened but
stayed erect. Dumbledore again picked up his pace. As they approached closer,
and seeing that they were not going to have the element of surprise much
longer, Albus broke the Dark Lords second screech with his own voice which
seemed to be amplified.

“TOM!
STOP THIS AT ONCE!” he bellowed at Voldemort. Every cloaked figure present spun
around to see the small entourage coming toward them. The other professors wasted
no time beginning their defense as a plethora of spells, jinxes, and curses
flew through the air and rained down upon the gather opposition party. Harry
had never seen the professors in this light. They were almost reckless. He
noticed that they did even look to see if their target was hit, the just simply
kept casting curses making sure to move their wands an inch this way or that
only aiming at crowds in stead of individuals. The spells were also coming in
rapid succession. As soon as the previous one was off their lips they began the
next.

Harry
was very surprised to witness McGonagall in such a light. She truly was pissed
and it showed. Her hair was beginning to fall from its tight bun as she became
frazzled from her vigor. She was shouting with such fierceness that Harry now
understood why she was the Deputy Headmistress---she was fierce. Harry made a
note to self right then that when he started dueling practice; he was defiantly
going to ask the Professor to help him practice by being the opponent.

class=SpellE>Filus, the ever squeaky dwarf-like wizard, was too showing
great strife as he fired off curses and charms at random groups. Harry could
see a vein in his temple bulging out as his yelled more and more. The power
behind his spells was not to be fathomed because it could be seen. It was hard
for Harry to believe that the small man was even actually producing the spells.
They seemed to rip through the Deatheaters like a
razor sharp knife.

As
the professors began their onslaught, some of the Deatheaters
just stood there stupidly as if they couldn’t believe that these small groups
of people were supposed to be a hitch in their plans. Of course Dumbledore
always was, but they knew that it would be a beef between him and the Dark
Lord. So, instead of panicking and running for shelter, the just began casting
back but soon saw their efforts weren’t nearly as effective as their opponents.
The professors were a small group and had more room to move about and dodge
whereas there was too many Deatheaters to be able to
have that much agility in such close proximity.

Harry
too was helping, not that anyone would really notice. With a discrete flip of
the finger or twitch of the hand he was knockingple ple off their feet or
sending simple tripping jinxes out into the large crowd. When they began to get
closer, he used a more appropriate talent and began to make the spells swerve
to the side as to miss the professors. Some of them looked shocked at sudden
turn of a spell heading for them, but just shrugged if off and fired back.
Harry loved every minute of this, that is, until Dumbledore finally fired the
first spell of his own.

Totally
ignored by all the others, Deatheaters and Professors
alike, the Headmaster casually walked toward Voldemort like he was about to
embrace an old friend. But only twenty feet away he yelled the first spell
between their own massive duel.

“class=SpellE>Captivitas!” he yelled out loud, which in itself caught
Harry off guard. He couldn’t remember Albus ever actually verbalizing his
spells the previous year at the ministry. Well, if he was verbalizing them, no
one heard them.

“class=lE>AlE>Alternus Serpentigena,” growled
Tom turning the ropes into snakes and hissing at them. Harry only caught the
first word, but it was enough to make him feel concerned---‘KILL’. Dumbledore
gave a casual wave of his wand and banished the two eight foot long snakes.

“Leave
or give up Tom, you will gain nothing here,” Dumbledore said calmly.

“You
old fool! You would think that. This is the last time we meet old man. It ends
today! I will not have you foil my plans any longer, Avada
Kadava!” he yelled for the second time since they had
arrived. With the rush of wind and a streak of green the
curse floo at Dumbledore. The Headmaster looked totally unperturbed by
this and simply flicked his wand and brought a milk crate that was sitting on
the cobblestone sidewalk up to meet the curse. Dumbledore was right, Harry
thought, he would never fall with his wand in hand.

While
his headmaster was dueling and seemed totally out of contact with the rest of
the battle, Harry noticed for the first time that while the Deatheaters
were dwindling, the Dementors were being totally unaffected. He brought out his
wand and pointed straight at a Dementor.

n stn style='mso-tab-count:1'> “class=SpellE>Expecto Patronum class=SpellE>Exstinguo!” he yelled at it. His stag, mighty and fiercely
tall, erupted from his wand and took form. It didn’t even wait to be directed
as it seemed to sense DemeDementors ahead of it. It gave a rough grunt and ran
at the creature with its head down ready for impact upon its antlers. He
mentally kicked himself for not showing the professors how to perform the spell
yet. They were supposed to meet with his DA meeting at the same time he taught
it to the students. Flitwick, who was only meters away
from him when the stag impaled the screeching creature, turned to him in
surprise.

“Show
me!” he said urgently. Harry first looked at him as if were crazy before ducking
his head and running toward him. The small professor held out his wand and
motioned for Harry to demonstrate. What a time for a lesson, Harry though. class=SpellE>Flitwick was only a movement behind him the whole time and
then they both bellowed the incantation together. Harry thought that since his
Patronus was already out that he it would be like a dud spell for him, but much
to his surprise a second form erupted from his wand.

This
time, right next to the small professors lolling Labrador,
a Grim-like shaggy dog took off at a Dementor. Harry stood there in shock for a
second before a stunner shot past his ear and he finally came out of his stupor
and cast the spell again. He agaiagain shocked when a third form came out of
his wand. This time a werewolf about four times the size of the actual creature
came from his wand and joined his pack. Harry was floored. He looked at class=SpellE>Flitwick who just shrugged and pointed ahead for him to do
it again. This time they both cast. It was Harry’s fourth repetition and class=SpellE>Felius’ second. The same form came out of the small
professors’ wand and joined the slaughtering while a great dragon came from
Harry’s. Had Harry actually put two and two together, he would have seen how
much sense it made for these figures to come from his wand.

He
and the small professor cast the spell a total of eight more times before Harry
felt that they had enough patrons to take care of the Dementors. The other
professors had never even batted an eye their way as they were still fighting
with the Deatheaters that were starting to thin out.
Harry hadn’t really been paying much attention to the duel between them and the
Deatheaters but it didn’t seem possible that they
thinned out that fast. Sure the majority of the crowed seemed to be Dementors,
but Deatheaters seemed much more efficient to Harry
than the savage creatures were.

As
he looked around now he saw that there were very few Dementors left and maybe a
handful of Deatheaters that were hiding being
different objects such as barrels. No doubt afraid to Apperate away while their
master was still dueling. Harry made a split second decision and decided to
join the duel with Dumbledore and Voldemort.

In
a swirl of snowflakes Harry Apperated to the other side to Voldemort.

“class=SpellE>Solum Pavesco,” Harry mumbled
under his breath. The ground under Voldemort started to quake with fervor. It
did not split or crumble but instead quivered with intensity. The Dark Lord
spun around and shot an unheard spell at Harry. Harry simply faded from view
for a second then reappeared as the spell past and hit the wall of the shop
behind him. Voldemort was thrown from the slab of earth where he was standing
by a spell fired off by Albus and Harry immediately followed it up with another
on of his favorites.

“Oxosso
Exterebro!” he yelled this time giving a might bit of power behind the curse.
Voldemort screamed in agony and rage as he lay there on his back. The curse was
barely legal and was only meant for medi-witches. It
was the extraction of bones. It was supposed to be used to takeone one beyond
repair out of the body so that the patient could be given Skele-Grow.

Several
followers that had hung around to see the fall of the Great Albus Dumbledore
were now panicking and yelling for instructions from their master, but he was
in too much pain to answer. The longer he lay there, the more bones
disappeared. Harry began to walk toward him but a curse thrown from behind
caught his upper right arm and began to make its way down the limb. He sucked
in a breath at the pain but tried to ignore it. He turned to see Lucius Malfoy,
wand in hand, stalking right at him with rage clearly written on his face.
Harry still felt well enough to give a satisfied smirk to the golden blonde
man.

“You!”
he yelled at Harry pointing his wand at Harry menacingly. What happened next
happened so quickly that it would take two other people’s accounts of what
happened to give him all the details.

A
red stunner came from Harry’s left with the power of a rocket and knocked
Lucius off his feet and again into the wall behind him. It was Snape’s Stunner.
Yells could be heard from behind Dumbledore (where the professors were) who was
still on the other side of Voldemort but not paying attention due to Harry’s
predicament. A streak of black fabblazblazed across the street and hurled
itself upon Voldemort and disappeared, but not before the green flash from it
came burling toward Harry who stood in shock at what just happened.

A
body threw itself in between Harry and the Killing Curse but in a last seconds
effort to move, Harry grabbed the mrounround his broad chest and slender waist,
drawing him close, and ‘popped’ into a black phoenix that flew in place with
red eyes gleaming. Opening his mouth, the creature gave a hard swallow when the
curse entered it and the phoenix blew up in a puff of smoke. Ash fell to the
ground.

With
several more < cla class=GramE>pops, the remainder of the class=SpellE>Deatheaters Apperated away.