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Of Lions and Wards2 Chapter30Chapter Thirty: The End of the Old Ways:
Rufus Scrimgeour straightened his robes for the fifth time that morning and looked in the mirror brushing a lock of his grizzled tawny hair out of his lion-like face. He turned from the mirror and scanned his new office with his golden eyes. He still saw the office as new and it was as he had not been here even a month yet! Voldemort was dead and the world was changing fast, the fact of that was the treaty that was to be signed today. With the death of Voldemort the magical world wanted to make sure that it would be much harder for a dark lord or lady to rise up again and that was the reason for the treaty. Scrimgeour walked from his office and to the elevator flanked by the head of the Aurors Kingsley Shacklebolt and in and the head of Auror training Alastor Moody.
"I hope this works." Moody growled by Scrimgeour. "Seems mighty big if you ask me to be doing all this."
"If it prevents a new dark lord then I am willing to accept the change." Scri
Of Lions and Wards2 Chapter29Chapter Twenty Nine: The Battle:
God had to be on their side Severus mused as he stood waiting for Voldemort's forces to show up. They had the full day before to get ready and now the students, staff, centaurs, half giants (full blooded giants had died out fifty years prior) dwarves and the villagers of Hogsmeade waited. The students stood behind a solid wall of shields, the only way to tell what house they were was by the border of their shields. Slytherin green and silver stood by Gryffindor crimson and gold, Hufflepuff black and gold by blue and bronze Ravenclaw. No-one stood by house anymore, students and even villagers stood together waiting. Fourth year and above stood grimly waiting for the attack.
Most looked in awe at Severus, he was clad in silvery goblin made armor with sliver and green robes. His green cloak flowed behind him and he had shield in one hand and wand in the other. The Slytherin crest was on the front of his surcoat and he looked every bit the heir of Slytherin
Of Lions and Wards2 Chapter28Chapter Twenty Eight: Back in the Chamber:
Harry was nervous even with the preparations underway, Voldemort was massing a large army of Dementors, Inferti, Werewolves and other dark creatures. It was clear he would be at the gates of Hogwarts that day or the next and the village of Hogsmeade was quickly put under a protection charm and for good measure the villagers came to the castle for safety. Harry was trying to force himself to eat breakfast but he was not having much luck and finally he threw down his spoon and moved to get up and leave.
"You need to eat, all of you or I will give you a nutrition potion." Severus said behind Harry.
"Not hungry." Harry replied.
"I will not have you faint on the battlefield Potter." Severus said.
"You just want to keep me alive long enough defeat Voldemort." Harry snapped, he was not in a good mood.
"I want you to survive Voldemort and you will not if you do not eat!" Severus snapped.
Harry forced himself to finish off his oatmeal and toast and Sev
Of Lions and Wards2 Chapter27Chapter Twenty Seven: Voldemort's Mistake:
Harry should have realized Voldemort was going to retaliate after the howler and letter he had sent to him. After all Voldemort was not known for being a kind and thoughtful man. Then again there were real arguments as to if he was a man or not. Harry just did not expect him to respond to him in the manner in which he did. As Harry was eating breakfast just after finals and students were getting letters an owl came for him. With a bright red letter and dropped it on his plate of eggs and ham. It was a howler and everyone in the great hall wondered what he had done to get one.
"You better open it." Ron said.
"I think I know who it is from." Harry said, he looked up at the head table were McGonagall was looking at him steadily. "I hope it's from your mum."
"You are not the only one, only time I would ever be glad to hear her voice in the great hall amplified." George said.
"Fifty." Fred chimed in.
"Open it, its smoking!" H
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