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AN: I want to make it clear that if any of you have not read Deathly Hallows, this chapter contains slight spoilers. And I will be modifying the parts from Deathly Hallows only so it matches up with my story. This does not mean I don’t like the story J. K. Rowling wrote, I just needed to make the battle fit my story line. I want the battle to be as similar to the one in the book as I can, I just need to change things to fit the story I have written. Now that I have that out of the way, please enjoy Chapter 10 Translation and Preparation, and my version of the preparation for the final battle.

 Hermione didn’t feel like going to the Head’s dorms that night. Instead she went with Ron into the Gryffindor common room. They sat in a particularly comfy armchair next to the fire. Hermione had never felt happier to be held in someone’s arms than she did then. And before they knew it they were fast asleep.

Harry went up to the boy’s dormitory soon after they fell asleep after being awoken by the strong wind that made the windowpanes rattle in their frames. He went to bed and dreamt that he was in a strange house. It was a rather large house, more like a mansion, with large arched windows and vaulted ceilings. The room he was in was full of many people in black hooded robes. One was standing in the front of the crowd speaking in a low voice, almost a whisper. But it seemed like everyone there could hear him and knew what he was saying.

“Cras nos mos pugna. Iuguolo quisquam ut est in vos via. Operor non iuguolo puer. Volo neco puer.” Said the low voice.

Harry had heard this voice, but never that language.  Why had he recognized that voice. He weaved through the crowd looking at each face he passed, but all of the faces were hidden in the darkness the hoods provided them. Each face was like looking into a deep dark cave. No one moved or took any notice to him being there it was just like being in the pensieve, only he was sure he wasn’t in a memory. As he made his way to the front his scar began to burn. At first it was just tingling, but the further he went the more it hurt. He forced himself to keep walking, despite the sharp pain. He massaged his forehead even though he knew it wouldn’t help.

He was inched away from the speaking figure.

“Licentia haud superstes. Tamen licentia puer volo.” the figure said, pausing to look at everyone, Harry reached out to pull the hood back when he yelled, “Harry! Harry!”

Harry’s eyes sprang open and he was back in the boy’s dormitory, Dean Thomas standing over him shaking him awake. Harry was covered in sweat but his scar wasn’t burning. He looked around the room as he felt his thin lightning bolt shaped scar.

“Where is Ron?” he said quickly.

“Still in the common room, why?” Dean replied.

“I have to talk to him.”

Harry leaped out of bed and sprinted down the stairs. Hermione and Ron were fast asleep in the armchair.

“Hermione, Ron, wake up!” he half yelled at them.

Hermione’s eyes opened slowly, “What is it?” she yawned.

“Hermione can you figure something out for me?”

“What is going on?”

“I had a dream and Voldemort was talking to his followers.”

“And?” Hermione said as she shook Ron awake.

“What’s going on? Morning already?” Ron said as he tried to suppress a yawn.

“He said something to the Death Eaters,” Harry told her, “I don’t know what language, but you need to translate it.”

He told them about the dream he had and they listened not daring to interrupt. As soon as he was done Hermione got up and disappeared into the corridors.

“What do you think he was saying?” Ron asked.

“I don’t know, but if it is coming from Voldemort it can’t be good.”

Hermione returned to the Gryffindor common room quickly her arms full of books. She settled herself at a table and motioned for the two boys to join her.

“What was it he said again?” she asked, Harry repeated what he said, “it is defiantly Latin.”

After ten minutes of silence she gasped. She shoved the parchment she was writing on in front of Harry. Written on the parchment was what he said in his dream and underneath each were the English translations:


Cras nos mos pugna. Iuguolo quisquam ut est in vos via. Operor non iuguolo puer. Volo neco puer.

- Tomorrow we will fight. Kill anyone that is in your way. Do not kill the boy. I want to kill the boy.

Licentia haud superstes. Tamen licentia puer volo.

-Leave no survivors. But leave the boy to me.


“Hermione, do you think he is going to attack Hogwarts?” Ron asked in a high pitched voice.

“Yes Ron, I think he is.” Hermione told him.

No one in the Gryffindor tower slept that night.

“Harry, you should go tell Professor McGonagall,” Hermione told him, she will probably want everyone out of the castle.”

Without saying anything back Harry left the common room with Ron and Hermione following closely behind. They reached the gargoyle statue but then realized they couldn’t get inside. Hermione thought for a moment then muttered something under her breath and the gargoyle jumped aside and the staircase began to move upward. They each stepped onto the stairs and made their way up to the headmaster’s office. Harry knocked on the wooden door but there was no answer. He pushed the door open slowly.

“Professor McGonagall?” he said timidly.

There was movement behind the door on the other side of the room. The door opened to reveal the professor pulling a robe over her night gown.

“Potter?” she said with confusion in her voice, “what are you doing here?”

“We came because I had a dream about Voldemort.” Harry told her,

“You can’t bug me every time you have a dream like that.”

“Professor, please,” Hermione said stepping past Harry, “just read this.”

Hermione handed her the parchment she translated the Latin on. McGonagall read what was written and gasped.

“If you three are right, then none of the students should stay here tonight,” she told them, “everyone must go back home.”

“Professor, I have to stay,” Harry said quickly.

“You will do no such thing!” she said loudly, “you three will return home like the rest of the students.”

“He is after me! If I stay then I can save a lot of lives!”

“Everyone here has worked very to protect you,” she told him, “I will not let you jeopardize your life!”

“I will stay!” he yelled back at her, “I am the only one who can defeat him, if I don’t stay you will be fighting a never ending battle!”

McGonagall looked at the three of them in turn, “fine, but I will never be able to live with myself if you don’t make it. You three go to Gryffindor tower and get everyone to the Great Hall.”

McGonagall left them standing in her office. They left soon after her and raced through the corridors to the tower. They went in and began waking everyone up, once everyone was in the common room Hermione spoke to them.

“Everyone is to proceed to the Great Hall in one group, please follow me!”

There was a lot of muttering as everyone began filing out of the common room.

“What’s going on?” Ginny had pushed her way to the front of the crowd to where Harry, Ron and Hermione were.

Harry looked over his shoulder making sure no one was listening in, “Voldemort is coming to attack Hogwarts in the morning.”

“What?” Ginny said quietly, “why would he be coming here?”

“Me,” Harry said.


“He has been after me for seventeen years,” he told her, “I went looking for the Horcruxes over the summer, I’m sure Ron told you about that. And luckily I found them before school started or I wouldn’t have come. There are still one more though, it is at the school, and then I have to kill him.”

“So he is coming here to…” her voice trailed off.

“To kill me,” he said.

Ginny gasped.

They now entered the Great Hall. Most of the students were now here. And everyone from the Order was here too, they could see Lupin, Kingsley, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Harry went up to them.

“Harry, good to see you again, maybe not good to see you under these circumstances,” Lupin said to him with a chuckle, “But still good to see you.”

“Did you find all of the Horcruxes?” Kingsley said as he shook Harry’s hand.

“All but two,” Harry told them, “Where is tonks?”

“At her mother’s house with Teddy,” Lupin told him.

“Harry!” Fred and George were walking up to him.

“What are you two doing here?”

They held up their Dumbledore’s Army coins.

“Ginny sent the message to everyone in DA,” Fred told him as he waved a hand behind him.

There was Oliver Wood, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Spinnet. They all waved at him.

“And of course, Mum and Dad told them to come,” George said pointing at Bill and Fleur.

“I would like all of the student 6th year and younger to please make their way to the Entrance Hall!” McGonagall’s voice echoed loudly.

“Harry! I don’t want to go, I want to stay here and fight!” Ginny said to him as the rest of the younger students began making their way to the Entrance Hall.

Harry looked around to make sure no one was watching or listening, then said quietly, “Ginny, go down to the Room of Requirement, I don’t want you to be in the middle of this.” Harry told her, “You choose, go back with the rest of the younger student or go to the Room of Requirement.”

Ginny threw herself at Harry and kissed him. Harry wrapped his arms around her. They soon pulled away.

“Ginny, please stay safe, I don’t want anything to hurt you.”

“Harry, just return to me, ok?”

“I will.”

Ginny turned and walked out of the Great Hall slowly, turning to look at Harry one more time before leaving.

Then everyone went silent as a voice echoed through the room. It was high, cold and cruel voice. It spoke clearly and seemed to be coming from the walls.

“I know that you are preparing to fight. Your efforts are futile. You cannot fight me,” the voice said, “Give me Harry Potter, and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave the school unharmed. Give me Harry potter, and you shall be rewarded.”

“Let’s give Harry to him!” said a voice from in the Great Hall.

Everyone turned to look at where the voice came from. Draco Malfoy was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed.

“Why don’t we just give him to the Dark Lord and save ourselves while we have the chance,” he said.

“You are an evil ferret!” Hermione was now storming toward him, “why would you say that? You want me back and your way to win me over is by telling us we should give my best friend to Voldemort to die.”

Draco said nothing.

“Draco you should leave, you aren’t wanted here,” she told him quietly as she stepped closer to him, “Just go off with you Death Eater friends.”

“I told you I would never join them.”

“If fighting on our side is your way of winning me back you can forget about it, cause I’m not coming back to you.”

“I can still fight if I want to, but I’m not fighting on the evil side.”

Hermione turned around and walked back to Harry and Ron.

“What was that all about?” Ron asked curiously.

“He wants to fight on our side.”

“What?” Harry said loudly.

“He never joined the Death Eaters. He just said that so his friends wouldn’t hate him.”

“Prove it, Malfoy!” Harry yelled at him, “Prove you never joined them!”

Draco lifted the left sleeve of his robes, his arm was bare. There was nothing on his arm.

“Is that proof enough for you, Potter?”

Harry nodded slowly before turning to everyone else, “he is coming, we need to keep Hogwarts safe!”

Everyone split up into small groups and left to defend and fight. Harry left the room Ron and Hermione following close behind him.

“Harry where are we going?” Hermione asked.

“The Room of Requirement.”

AN: Please let me know what you think. And if anything doesn't make sense please let me know what it is so i can clear it up in the next few chapter. Thanks for reading and reviewing!

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