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16/10/2011

Thank you to teamedward and to SuryaPrakash for the beta-ing. :) If there is anything still wrong then it's my fault.

Lots of thanks to unneeded and to SpiritofBeyond.

Enjoy this chapter as it marks the traditional trip to school :D

Weapon Chapter LII - Score Six Nil

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Harry sat in his train compartment, quietly watching his friends. They'd corresponded over the summer but it really wasn't the same and, while he'd missed them, he hadn't been lonely. That was something they didn't need to know though; not yet, not until he was sure of them. He was almost sure they would stand with him, but in this game, there was one thing he had learnt well from the Serpent Lord: that in respect to followers, almost sure wasn't good enough.

Not that he thought of his friends as followers. They were his companions, his friends, and he needed and wanted them to stand with him. If this had happened a few years back, he wouldn't have been as insistent on giving them this chance, but he had grown up and they had grown up and hopefully the pettiness of the past was just that. Past. He would know soon enough.

He was currently sharing a compartment with Ron, Hermione and Luna. Ginny and Neville were just checking on one of two others, but had been here earlier. Harry closed his eyes briefly, pretending to doze a bit as he thought.

Ginny had been...tolerable. At least she hadn't jumped all over him which was something. She seemed to accept that if they were to rebuild a relationship then it had to be slow. She couldn't rush him and so her greeting to him on the platform had been jubilant but restrained. It was the greeting of a close friend, but not a lover and that for the moment suited Harry perfectly. She'd whispered to him since "I don't care if you love him, Harry, and I don't care that I'm not your first love; all I want is to be one of your loves." The statement was telling but still clinging even if her actions were not. He could love her, he would love her and he did love her. It was just that the part of him that loved her was not the man he would be, and somehow he didn't think she would accept that. While he needed her for cover, he was going to have to tread carefully. There was nothing quite as stupid as being betrayed by a jilted lover. He was not going to let her be that way.

Neville had also been interesting when he'd seen Harry at the station. The other boy had looked at his friend very closely and Harry could almost sense that he was being measured, but then Neville had smiled and the feeling had vanished. It had been odd but Neville had just greeted him as per usual, holding Trevor as if nothing was wrong. There was something going on there and he would find out what. Perhaps not today and maybe not tomorrow but the behavior would be explained. The shadows had giggled at him but refused to say anything about Neville. It was their usual annoying trait when they knew something useful to him that would eventually transpire. He let them get away with it because it kept them happy. The shadows had once told him they would do what it took to keep him happy because that made getting what they wanted easier from him, but the reverse was also true so he let them play these little games because they gave freely of the important information.

Luna had been and was being her usual self, which meant he hadn't understood her greeting, and Hermione was sitting there with an exasperated look on her face as Luna read the Quibbler side to side. Seeing the paper struck a chord in Harry and he realized he needed to speak to Luna about the paper. The Prophet was being acceptable...barely, but that was probably only because someone was holding something over them. There was no doubt to Harry that they would in time go back to useless drivel and when that happened, there would have to be some paper publishing the truth. The Quibbler would be it, and Harry would make sure that his beloved did not touch it. It was odd but he liked Luna; both sides of him liked Luna. She was refreshingly honest and he liked that.... Hopefully the day would come when he could call her his Seeress.

Ron and Hermione, of course, were sitting together and had been ecstatic to see him after the months of mere correspondence. Harry could see that Hermione was itching to ask about the training he'd done over the summer and how his results were, but Harry suppressed a smile. He could tell her some things about his training, but he could honestly tell her he didn't know what his O.W.L scores were. He knew he'd done well--beyond well into the realm of phenomenal-- but he hadn't asked what the levels were. It would cost him an elbow or two in the ribs from her but it would be worth it to see her face and the amusement it would cause. Hermione hadn't said much either in greeting... well nothing beyond the normal, but just as Harry could see the questions, he could also see that she wanted to talk about other things and was holding off until they could be in a safe place. Sometimes, just sometimes, he appreciated her discretion and Harry smiled. Whatever questions she had would tell him a lot about if she was with him, or if she was still tied to the concepts and truths as given out by those in authority. He did so hope she had learnt to question things.

Ron was similar to Hermione in that he hadn't said much beyond the usual greetings and some small talk about trivial issues. Discussing the Chudley Cannons last drubbing was hardly a touchy topic, but then Ron, when he thought about it, was strategic enough to outwit them all. He just didn't think about it often. He had some questions, but they too would wait. What had been interesting about Ron, though, was that he'd actually said on the station that if Harry needed him this year then all he had to do was say and he would understand. So perhaps Ron was willing to stand with him. That was a start but it would require more than that before Harry told him the truth. It was, however, the first step and Harry was relieved. He really didn't want a repeat of his fourth year.

Harry woke up from his doze as the door to their compartment slid open to reveal, standing just on the threshold, one Draco Malfoy. Harry suppressed a smirk as he looked carefully at his handiwork, letting both Ron and Hermione run small interference before he was required to address the young man. His spell was holding, but it was being and had been strained. That was both pleasing and worrying. Pleasing because it was holding, but worrying because Malfoy should not be able to strain his castings at all, yet apparently he was. The charm also showed some minor evidence of removal being attempted. That had probably been Narcissa, Harry determined, looking at the cuts and how they had been delivered. For some reason most wizards over looked the skills of their female counterparts. Not Harry though. Narcissa's attempts showed a great deal of power, skill and control and that was something he filed away into memory. Perhaps the dangerous one in that marriage was not Lucius. That would be somewhat ironic but it would not alter the outcome of events. Silently Harry reinforced his charm. He wanted Draco to remember but if it came to it, Obliviate may just have to be used.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" the blond Slytherin drawled while his lackeys, the ever present Goyle and Crabbe, just looked on.

"Looks to be a Mudblood and a heap of blood traitors," Crabbe replied and Harry let his jaw sag in a comical display of disbelief.

"My god, it speaks!" Harry interrupted Malfoy's response. "Look everyone and remember this momentous occasion."

There were chuckles from around him and Harry flashed the others in his compartment a grin as he stood up to face Malfoy and his goons.

"Malfoy," Harry said and the joking tone in his voice vanished entirely. "I don't know why you bothered to come but I'm not interested. I'm willing to put galleons down on the fact that the others aren't interested either so I'll give you this chance to leave, otherwise... well what's the score so far? 5-nil, our favor.... If you don't leave, you'll get the chance to change that score line, but it will be changing to 6-nil." Harry finished with a nasty smile. He fixed Malfoy's lackeys with a particularly strong glare, letting them see the barest hint of his power.

As expected, the two strong-arms stepped back, but interestingly, Malfoy wasn't intimidated.

"I see you are just as uncouth as always," the blond spat. "I'd thought to bring you some news, but I guess the know-it-all bunch already knows it all and thus, doesn't want it. A pity since this is most likely the last opportunity they would have. So be it," Draco continued as he stepped back from the door. "I'll give this slight warning instead. Change is coming and the children of the past are now grown."

"Get out of here Malfoy," Ron snapped, Hermione's hand on his arm keeping him civil.

"Oh, I'm going blood traitor. But when the time comes, don't say I didn't try to warn you." With those final words, the blond Slytherin swept out and the others turned to Harry as Ginny and Neville returned, their faces showing identical broad grins. They'd been waiting in the nearby compartments for the annual visit by the bouncing ferret, and had been ready to ambush them in the case that the visit followed its usual routine. It was almost a pity that it hadn't been as per normal but the fact that neither Ginny nor Neville needed to be called upon was just making the joke more amusing.

Hermione giggled. "I thought he was going to swallow his tongue!" she said before frowning slightly. "I wonder though what news he thinks we'd be interested in?"

"What? Beyond the fact his Father is a Death Eater, oh wait, a Rebel Death Eater who hasn't been spotted for months, his Mother has been busy keeping quiet about everything and the Malfoy name is worth nothing?" Ron drawled.

"Or it could be something school related, like who the next DADA teacher is."

"That's hardly important or newsworthy. Besides, I'm sure Harry would know."

"Know what?"

"Whom the DADA teacher is."

Harry shook his head, ignoring the looks of disbelief from four sets of eyes and one bored look from Luna. "Nope, don't know," he said. "I never asked."

"Oh Harry!" Ginny sounded exasperated.

"It didn't concern me!" he protested. He really didn't know who would be the DADA teacher, mostly because he didn't want to know and it really didn't concern him. Dumbledore hadn't come right out and say it but it was fairly obvious that for Harry, class was about to become optional. Even if he got a choice in it, he would probably still want to remain at Hogwarts to keep an eye on the ancient wizard if nothing else but if he was pushed he'd say it was because he wanted to remain around people his own age and experience the wizarding world that way because he was still young. He almost chuckled. Soon the wizarding world would conform to his desires so any lack of knowledge would be academic.

"It really didn't concern me," he repeated, "And without his father's influence, I doubt Draco would know that either." He added. "Whatever he wanted to brag about isn't worth it."

"That's what I said," Ron said and the cabin laughed letting the subject drop.

"How was your summer?" Harry asked pre-empting any specific questions about his summer.

Harry smiled, occasionally inserting a question which kept the group talking as they travelled through the country side. It was a pleasant way to spend the time and he savored it as much as he could. Few other things this year would be as pleasant.

They talked for hours, not noting the time until the train jolted suddenly and they were thrown into each other by the sudden stop.

"What was that?" Ron asked as he looked around.

"I don't know," Neville replied, looking out the window.

"Whatever it was, we best get about and re-assure the First Years," Hermione said practically. The Hogwarts Express stopping wasn't that much of an issue. It had stopped in the past, just never so suddenly.

"Wait," Harry said suddenly, feeling something on the edge of his sense. He concentrated and sent out some magical probes, testing the currents of magic.

There was a lot of nervous energy on the train and uncertainty. They weren't the only ones surprised by the sudden stop but there was nothing yet wrong. Harry reached further, feathering his perception around the train.

There.

He could sense them; a lot of magical signatures that did not belong. A lot of magical signatures he recognized; Death Eaters loyal to his beloved. And there... close but not so close as to be easily sensed, was the Dark Lord Voldemort himself with someone Harry didn't recognize.

Harry's internal self-suppressed glee. Oh, his beloved really did know how to make a statement.

Outwardly, he schooled his face into an expression of surprised determination as he opened his eyes. "He's here," he said softly.

The others faces ran through a gamut of emotion - surprise, shock, fear before they too took on the same determination he showed.

"We need to help the other students to get out of the way," Neville said with conviction.

"We also need to raise the alarm," Ginny added.

Hermione looked at Harry with a particularly intense look, one that said she would have many questions later.

"Harry, could you sense where they are coming from?" Ron asked, obviously thinking about what position they should take to be the most effective.

"They're coming in from the front and sides," Harry said. "And just wait a second, I'll raise the alarm but we are going to have to move some of them."

"Can you fight him?" Ron asked the question Hermione was obviously dying to know the answer to but was too polite to come out and ask.

"Probably, but if I do it here there will be too much collateral damage," Harry said nonchalantly. "And Dumbledore doesn't really want me to do it alone. I will if there is no other choice but this time. Let's get everyone out." Harry closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of Fawkes within him. In the distance from the front of the train there came some cries of surprise and a few detonations that were probably spells and the attempts of some to fight. Internally, Harry rolled his eyes. It was honorable and all that, but for those who didn't know how to fight, running was not cowardice; it was sensible.

Fawkes stirred and Harry relayed the message and the feeling of the Dark Lord being near. He felt the phoenix's surprise and worry but also his confirmation and the reassurance that the Order of the Phoenix would be there as soon as they could. Harry gave Fawkes an impression of roughly where they were, but unfortunately for him and the phoenix the country side all looked about the same. From his vantage point he could see no defining features, and he didn't know which co-ordinates he was at for apparition.

"All right," Harry said, opening his eyes, "They'll be here soon. And yes, I am a member of the Order, but questions can wait. Ron, what's the best plan?"

"Some of us need to go forward to tell everyone to move back and the rest of us need to go back and make the others keep moving back and to get off the train and to keep together as a group. Or if we can't get to the end of the train then to get off anywhere that provides some cover. Older students should accompany the younger years and where possible they should hide or run. Fighting is the last resort if they are cornered and have no other choice."

The group nodded and Harry took command. "Luna and Ginny, please move back down the train and tell everyone what to do. Ron, Hermione and Neville, you'll come with me and we'll go forward. We aren't trying to fight; we are just trying to get everyone to safety." Outer Harry let his eyes meet Ginny's, silently pleading for her not to argue and to go on what was the safest course. In a world where he truly loved her, this is what he would have done and Fawkes who was stirring the Order, but was still active within him, chirped softly at his gesture.

The group nodded and then split up as they left the compartment.

As they moved forward, Harry watched how the others worked together. They followed his movements well and, though they also needed some work, generally things went smoothly. As they went past each compartment, one of them, usually Hermione stuck her head inside and gave instructions to the occupants. It was a strong voice in the midst of uncertainty, and coming from a Sixth Year, they didn't get much argument about their instructions. Internally, Harry shook his head slightly. It was beneficial to them in this instance, but sheep followed along blindly; witches and wizards should have more nouce. As much as they were able to, they grouped the First Years with older students so that they at least had some protection and then they moved on, trusting that Luna and Ginny would take over and issue further instructions when the groups of students got further down the train.

They'd only gotten through a few carriages before they ran into problems.

The Dark Lord's forces were attacking from the front and sides. Anyone with a wit of tactics would know that the Serpent Lord's forces weren't seriously trying to kill anyone with this attack, else the escape route down the back of the train would have been covered. But most of the students wouldn't realize that, nor would the parents, not for quite some time. This was merely an attack about presence, to show that The Dark Lord could and would attack what he wanted, when he wanted and there was naught that the Ministry could do about it. Oh, this would no doubt push parents into demanding that the Ministry better fight the Dark Lord, which would make their eventual defeat all the more resounding.

They'd been about to jump between carriages when a barrage of curses had pinned them in place. Luckily, they had cover and Harry and his friends flanked the last door way heading out of the carriage. Ron and Hermione were on one side while Harry and Neville were on the other. Alternately, they leaned slightly to cast into the hills where the Death Eaters were.

"We need to get a bit further on," Hermione said.

"That won't do us any good if we don't secure this door," Ron replied, looking around.

Neville nodded. At first, their year mate had looked rather distressed, but as they'd worked their way through the carriages, Neville had seemed to become more self-assured and now he had a slight grin on his face. He was still worried and still controlled, but he knew what he was doing. "Over there," Neville shouted, pointing with his wand and casting a quick curse towards the side. "That's some flitterbloom and we can use that to form a shield over the carriages."

Harry nodded. The basic strategy was sound though he could already see many ways it could end in disaster, but he was fairly sure that none of the Death Eater's would take those options.... Setting the wood of the plant on fire would be ridiculously easy and would trap the students who were trying to use it as a passage way. Either that or a strong enough Diffindo would cut through it and anyone inside. Let alone what any number of other curses would do, but for now he let that be. They needed something to cover over the walk way between the carriages so that they could get out some more students and it would suffice. This attack had to have survivors after all.

"We'd better do it quick," Ron put in. "All of us should levitate it together to get the cover complete in one go."

"On three," Hermione said. "Harry, you do the top, Neville you do the left side, I'll do the right side and Ron just general covering fire please," she added the instructions before counting. "One, two, THREE!"

"Wingardium Leviosa!" They all cried in unison, focusing on the plant. Ron just laid about with random curses designed more to hinder and force others to cover. Their plan worked without a hitch which, all things considered, was a good thing and as soon as their cover was in place, Harry led the others through into the next carriage and they continued working their way down the train, sending the students to safety.

He could still feel Fawkes within him which was making his true self itchy with frustration. It would be so much easier to work out what to do if he could just spare an instant to speak to his beloved, or even a mental brush up would tell Harry the plan and then he could adjust his plans. He did NOT want to come into contact with the Dark Lord today. As they continued forward, the sounds of battle became louder and Harry was also curious about that. WHO was fighting? Who was able to fight? Whomever it was, he would find out in due course he consoled himself.

"Harry!" The exclamation brought him back to himself in time for him to duck under a barrage of curses. He sent his own back absently as he took cover with his friends. They were with a group of First Years who were cowering.

"We can't get much further," Ron said. "The curses are coming too fast. I counted at least 20 and that's just too many for us to fight."

Harry nodded unconcerned. "The Order should be here soon," he said softly, keeping his voice matter of fact to calm the First Years who were listening in, straining to hear anything of comfort. He supposed that for them, this was not the most ideal introduction to magic, but he would attempt to show them that magic was not something to be feared; rather it was something they could use. "I guess we will hold here and try to get the students from this carriage to us, so that we can cover them." Harry looked at one of the First Years who didn't appear quite as catatonic as the others. "This carriage was mostly First Years?" he asked.

"Yes, but most were near the first compartment," the eleven year old said.

"Bloody hell," Ron summarized the situation as he looked up the corridor and the odd curses that were still raining into it. The Death Eaters had apparently decided that quantity was a virtue even if they couldn't see a target and were still streaming curses into the train in an unfortunately successful attempt to keep the occupants pinned down under whatever cover they had. And still ahead of them came the unmistakable sound of fighting.

Harry sighed. "You First Years, stay down. Right at the moment that's the best thing you can do, and NO peeking. This isn't a game, but I'm sure you realized that already. I'll go up ahead now and cover those others who have gotten stuck, before the bad guys close in."

"Harry, you can't!" Hermione objected.

"Someone has to," Harry countered. "And I'm the best qualified. So long as I don't run into Voldemort himself, it will be fine," he added the reassurance.

There wasn't much they could say because they knew he was right, and with a last nod at them, Harry jumped and dashed through the corridor working his way up the carriage towards the trapped First Years.

When he got to the compartment and wedged himself under cover with them, he could see the problem. There had been injuries. A couple of the students had been pinned by wood and there looked to be a lot of blood staining everything. Some of the First Years were trying to help the injured using Muggle means, others were just milling around under cover, unsure of what to do. Harry sighed. He was not a medic and while he knew some charms, it was not his strength. Still, he had to employ them now and with a practiced wave of his wand he stepped forward to see what he could do... right as the side of the compartment was ripped away.

Harry had time to glimpse the black robes and white faces of the Death Eaters before he reacted, flinging up the strongest shields he could around himself and the First Years. There was a moment of startled silence that was tinged with shock as the Death Eater's recognized him before their spells started impacting on his shield.

Harry had trained for a day such as this and he reinforced his shield, dodging as best as he could away from the all the curses that were streaking around. Thankfully, there was no brilliant green of Avada Kedavra.

There was one good thing about the position, Harry reflected absently as he maintained the shield. He could see the battle field better, but what he could see was not that reassuring. The Death Eaters were doing okay and there were now little pockets of Order of Phoenix members and Xeoaph's Vampires, fighting back and seemingly doing okay, but up near the front of the train, he could see the Dark Lord.

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