A/N- Part Three of the Revelations!

Immediately curses erupted from the Auror’s. A mixture of blue, red, yellow, pink and every other colour imaginable flew towards the Death Eaters. They hit a few, knocking them down but there were simply too many to get rid of. Harry sent another Legilimens message down to the Captain of the Muggles and then readied himself.

Captain Murdock felt another tingle as another message popped into his head.

Fire on the masked wizards before they get too close to our ranks!

Captain Murdock immediately turned to his soldiers. “Counter fire, on three!” He shouted. “Aim for the masked wizards!” His soldiers nodded though some looked confused and in disbelief about the wizard part of it. “Three! Two! One! FIRE!”

Harry heard the first sounds of gunfire as the muggles fired. Machineguns, rifles, pistols and RPG’s fired all at the same time. The Death Eater’s were hit on the move and tens of them collapsed every second. An RPG impacted onto a Troll, who screamed and roared as its arm was blown off. Voldemort appeared to be angry and whipped his wand. A red sphere erupted and covered his forces. The bullets started impacting on shields, doing no more damage. Harry gave thumbs up to the Captain and turned back to Albus.

“Any advice?” he asked.

“Alastor should be here shortly with help.” Albus said. “Until then we must fight!”

“I know that a Unit of Unspeakable’s are on their way!” Amanda said.

Harry sighed as the Death Eater broke the ranks and started cursing and killing. “Well, I guess we better get down there.” He muttered.

“Fear not Harry.” Albus said calmly. “Many will cringe at the thought of duelling myself, you, an Unspeakable and the Secondary Head of Magical Law Enforcement.”

“I’m not afraid for me.” Harry muttered shortly.

Albus nodded sagely. “Shall we apparate?” he asked.

All four of them reappeared right into the middle of the fighting. There were temporary barricades put up by both sides and holes and craters in the ground. The once beautiful and fine Platform had become a war zone for the biggest battle in the Second War.  Auror’s screamed curses while Death Eater’s roared them back. Both sides lost numbers, but more Death Eaters lay dead or wounded than the Auror’s, who were holding their lines. Voldemort himself was not attacking, just watching with shrewd eyes.  

Harry, Albus, Amanda and Joseph showed no mercy. They all sent powerful curses at their enemies, breaking their advancing ranks. Joseph was quick and brutal, many a times where the Death Eater would be dead before he even hit the ground. Albus was using less violent but still effective attacks, flipping Death Eaters right and left while send huge crimson beams of raw power at Death Eaters. Amanda was seemingly using more Dark Magic than any other Death Eater, which persuaded Harry to use some of his own knowledge. He had been almost afraid to use it before, not wanting to turn out like Voldemort with his brutal attacks, but seeing and being right in the middle of a battle put his perspective back into place. This was a war and to win, he needed to kill. This would be the first time Harry actually sought out to kill a human but he knew it was necessary. Stopping his attacks, he took a step backwards as he started. “Syre pil!” He hissed and a jet of acid poured from his wand, splashing a Death Eater in the face, melting right through the mask and skin. He paid no attention as the Death Eater fell, as he turned to his next opponent. He dodged a spell and weaved a brightly coloured globe. Hexes and Curses seemed to be absorbed into it as they were aimed at him. A loud and unnerving resonance filled the air as Harry dropped the shield. Immediately, all the absorbed curses were fired back at their casters. He slashed his wand furiously and a Death Eater yelled as she was flung through the air and landed on the shield defending the muggles with a loud crack, sliding down on it limply.

The Dursely’s watched incredulously as a war broke out. Vernon had always known magic as dangerous and not to be used but this skyrocketed his beliefs. The wizards were killing each other brutally. Some fell with a flash of green light, while others fell with missing limbs and a scream or a cry of pain. Making his decision, he reached for his rifle. He would make sure that no Wizard entered his house ever again.

Captain Murdock watched in awe as he saw a magical war for the first time. He had thought that he would have an advantage with his weaponry, but these Wizards could kill and maim people in the most bizarre ways with a piece of wood. He watched as the Death Eater’s were slowly advancing, breaking the Auror’s ranks. At least fifty Death Eaters were already dead and over ten Auror’s were still. Even with the huge losses, the Death Eaters were winning easily. But with the shield between him and the wizards, he couldn’t do anything.

Harry saw Amanda fall with a bloody leg and quickly raised his wand. A loud bang issued from it as he hissed an incantation in Parseltongue, and a wave of light erupted and slithered into the air. It resembled a Japanese style dragon, except it was a snake of some sort made entirely of a white pale magic. The snake hissed angrily and began to attack. During this time Harry fought his way to Amanda, who was still cursing while using a fallen body as cover.

“Are you okay?” He asked in concern.

Amanda gritted her teeth and looked down. There was a large chunk of her leg missing and Harry winced.  He aimed his wand and muttered a spell and the leg stopped bleeding. “Stay here for a second!” Harry said as he got up and quickly ducked as a jet of green flew over his head. He made his way to Dumbledore, who was crouching behind a wall of pure gold.

“Headmaster!” Harry yelled over the screams. Albus looked over at him. “We need a way to get the injured out!”

Albus seemed to think. “Bring them to the Muggle side and set up positions there. I will retreat our forces through there once you are done!”

Harry nodded and moved away. Aiming his wand, he cast a liquidly beam of molten blue, that tore through the ranks of the enemy. He motioned for Joseph, who was duelling a Death Eater. Joseph dispatched the enemy and walked over.

“Dumbledore says we evacuate the wounded to the Muggle side!” Harry yelled.

Joseph nodded. “Talk to the Healers!” he said.

Captain Murdock was testing the shield when suddenly a small section of it faded away. He looked up in alarm and raised his weapon. Wizards in white robes were floating injured and screaming people. He frowned worriedly as stations were quickly set up in a second and the wounded were put down.

“Simmons!” he yelled. A brown haired man looked up. “Help with the medics!”

Murdock turned back to fighting. The good guys seemed to be retreating back to them. His eyes glinted as he turned to his men. “I need firing positions set up 50 metres back! Sergent, escort Prince Charles out of the station!”

Harry watched as the wounded was taken before he went back to the combating. Only twenty something Auror’s were still up, including Green and Dumbledore. Voldemort still had over forty Death Eaters fighting plus the extra hundred that were in the walls as well as the trolls, vampires and such. Voldemort himself was surrounded by his Inner Circle and was laughing madly. A rage filled Harry as he took aim. “AVADA KEDVARA!” He screamed. A wave of green erupted from his wand and the noise of a wind filled the room as it rocketed towards Voldemort. However, Voldemort was at least sixty metres away and had several seconds to move. He glanced at Harry and his smirk disappeared. He popped away and reappeared several metres away, where the fighting had been and gone, leaving dead and injured bodies on the ground. Harry apparated and reappeared ten metres away from him. He felt the bond activate and the sudden presence of Voldemort.

“You’ve gone too far!” Harry said angrily.

“You just don’t get it.” Voldemort sneered. His emerald eyes glinted madly. “I will win Potter, I always do.”

“We’ll see.” Harry said shortly. He raised his wand, though Voldemort kept his at his sides.

“It is futile fighting each other.” Voldemort said calmly. “We both know that the connection stops us from winning because we both know what we are going to do.”

“I know. But I can still try!” Harry said. A flash of red escaped his wand and Voldemort bent his back until he was parallel to the ground. The curse flew over him and he returned to his normal position.

“As you can see, my body is far more physically capable than yours.” Voldemort mocked. “Now, shall we duel?”

Harry said nothing but bowed, his eyes never leaving Voldemort’s. Voldemort bowed as well, before he straightened with lightning speed and raised his wand, sending a whizzing blade of magic towards Harry. Harry ducked and rolled to his left. He crouched and sent a jet of flames at Voldemort, who dispelled them easily.

“Regfra!” Voldemort muttered. A spell spiralled past Harry as he swept it aside with his wand. Voldemort disappeared with a whooshing sound and Harry felt him reappear behind him. He quickly aimed his wand as he spun. “Incendio pil!” Harry said and huge jets of flames spurted from his wand towards Voldemort.

Voldemort twirled his cloak around him and the flames enveloped him.

Harry stopped the spell and muttered. “Astemi!” A golden globe shimmered around him just as a dark purple blazed encased Harry and his shield. For a moment Harry could feel searing heat and the reek of foul dark magic before he dropped the shield. He flicked his wand and a huge ball of water erupted from his body, extinguishing the flames.

“Crucio!” Voldemort cast gleefully and Harry dodged the Unforgivable. He fell back and flicked his wand sharply. A blinding pillar of gold slithered to Voldemort, who glowed in a black, silver and green aura. The pillar collided with Voldemort and there was a flash as gold clashed with silver, black and green. Harry sent off another curse, which just ricocheted off the Aura. The gold disappeared and Voldemort smirked as he unleashed his tightly bound Aura. Harry dropped to one knee and held his wand like a flute. A shimmering blue dome cascaded into existence, pulsing with raw magical power. As the black, green and silver strands of magic flickered, a huge wave of tightly bound magic washed over him. He felt his shield struggle with the incoming attack and reinforced it, applying more power to it. The shield grew thicker, distorting Harry’s view of the small glimpses of the outside he could see through the sickly Aura surrounding him. If Voldemort could cancel the spell, it would have been a good time to use a killing curse, but by cancelling the spell he would lose control over the Aura and the whole station would most likely be incinerated. As Harry struggled to hold the shield, small tendrils started to worm their way through the shield. Harry focussed and concentrated and the tendrils started spreading through the shield, causing cracks as a secondary barrier was formed beneath it, a brilliant white gleaming globe. He felt his magic pour out of him and a wave of fatigue sweep over him but he held fast.

Voldemort focused his full magical energies as his magic surrounded the boy. He felt himself lose magic as it was poured out if him. He knew that Potter had not other plan to get out of this and was confident that he had more magical power than Potter to keep up the attack. Potter would die, finally!

Harry knew that he needed a plan. And he needed to complete within seconds of thinking of it before Voldemort used the bond to read it from his mind. As he prepared his mind flashed and he quickly thought of his plan. He focussed most of his remaining magic and drew his magic back into him, before breaking the shield. His magic erupted away from him and drove the offending aura away from him. He focussed and apparated as the Aura easily washed over his struggling magic and homed in the location where he was once.

Harry apparated into the Muggle section and sighed with relief as the connection closed down and the strain of magic released itself. He felt a large shudder rock the station before he looked towards where he had been duelling and blinked in astonishment. There was a large and deep crater where he had been, with flickering black flames hovering around the area. Voldemort appeared to be tired as he surveyed the remaining fight with his original red eyes. Voldemort had been tricked and was tired and drained, while Harry still had at leats half of his magic. He had forced Voldemort to use unnecessary power before he had apparated. The Death Eaters were attacking with a new vigour and the Auror’s had fallen back to the entrance of the Muggle world. Some had apparated to the entrance and the fighting was happening both sides. In addition to the heavy spell fire they were under, vampires were darting between the ranks, slicing through with knives and daggers. Most of the Trolls lay dead on the ground, along with many others. The ground was soaked in blood and bodies. Most were Death Eaters but several were Auror’s and Muggles. There was a small blockade against one of the walls where the remaining fourteen Auror’s, Three Hit Wizards, seven Unspeakables, Albus, Joseph and the wounded were entrenched into it. There were wards that had been temporarily put up that guarded the steel walls that were under assault by over one hundred and fifty Death Eaters. Harry sighed and stiffened as he heard whimpers to his right. He looked around and saw two small children, a boy and a girl, tugging on a woman lying on the ground. The woman as obviously dead and had a wide-eyed look and a slack mouth, signature trademarks of the Killing Curse.

“Hey!” Harry said gently. The two children looked up startled and flinched when they saw his clothes stained with blood. He was dressed Muggle-wise, with jeans and a t-shirt on but had blood all over him.  “Hey, I’m on your side!” Harry said. “Listen, we need to move. The bad people will come and hurt us if we stay here.” Indeed, Harry could see a few Death Eaters start heading his way.

The children hesitantly nodded and Harry smiled. His eyes twinkled in a Dumbledore way and they were immediately put at ease. “Come on. Do you see those people over there in the corner? They’re British police and military. Run over there when I say go and don’t stop.”

The kids nodded. “Don’t stop for and reason!” Harry said before he stood. He raised his wand and shouted. “GO!”

The kids scampered off as Harry did a complicated wand manoeuvre. A bright spark shot into the air and Harry closed his eyes and turned away. The spark suddenly exploded in a flare of bright, brilliant light. There were screams as the Death Eaters close to it felt their eyes burn and scorch. Harry waited until he knew the starburst spell had been completed, before he whirled around.

“Multiplicus Reducto!” Harry shouted and beams of crimson zapped from his wand, exploding on contact with the ground or Death Eaters. Dust flew in the air as the bricks cracked and exploded. Harry banished several bricks towards the Death Eaters and quickly jogged behind kids. He had attracted the attention of quite a few Death Eaters, many who would love to have the chance to kill him, so he was moving quickly.

Albus Dumbledore sighed as he leant back down. His magic throbbed with anticipation to duel his way out in a blaze of glory but he restrained the urge. He knew that it as him alone that stood between the Death Eater’s and the wounded. There were at least twenty defenceless people, all injured and hurt badly in the barricades. The moment Albus left, the Death Eaters would swarm in and kill them all. His reputation as the most powerful wizard alive gave him an edge, and the Death Eaters were most hesitant to come close, especially after he had sent thirteen of them soaring through the air and cracking their skulls on the roof when they had gotten to close. He looked up again as the Death Eaters started shouting to see Harry, bloody and exhausted but alive, running behind two small children. His heart wrenched as Harry failed to see the threat in front of him.

Captain Murdock was pinned down. He had seven soldiers left and they were all on another platform, guarding the entrance. They could see the wizards in the distance fighting each other. The dark ones had taken the entrance over and were also using the railway networks to attack. He had lost most of his soldiers on their last raid and was almost out of ammunition. He was responsible for over seventy civilians behind him and a Royal Prince. Suddenly his radio crackled to life.

Captain?

Murdock grabbed it. “Yeah.” He answered.

Hold still for three more minute. Word’s in that Magical and Military Forces are moving on in your location.

Murdock grinned. “Roger that.” He said. Turning to his troops, he spoke up. “Reinforcements are on their way. ETA three minutes!” Amongst the cheers Murdock sighed. Today had been a real shitty day. Finding out magic was real, finding that the Royal family knew magic was real and then somehow getting involved in a magical war that had been the bloodiest and brutal war he had ever seen. He checked his rifle ammo again, just to be sure. After all, with the way things were going he knew that things were going to get worse.

Harry heard the children scream and he looked ahead. A group of Vampires had caught up with them. He sprinted up as fast as he could, his wand ready. In slow motion he saw a vampire twist the boy’s neck viciously. Harry felt a wave of grief flow through him and shouted a spell. He knew it was futile, he was to far away and the vampires had plenty of time to move.

The girl sobbed but was quickly silenced as a vampire plunged a knife into her neck. Harry felt something change in him, something dark and malicious. He had never wanted to kill people, even in war. In this battle, he had done it reluctantly, even knowing that he knew powerful spells that could kill plenty. Somewhere deep inside his heart, he didn’t want to end up like Voldemort, even if it was necessary. Some of the Death Eaters were most definitely on Imperius, others could have been forced into it and Harry didn’t want to kill them. A part of him still clung onto the notion of fairness and good. That part died as Emma Cartwright died, as Johnny Cartwright died. Harry felt himself snap and for once in his life, embraced the darkness and power. They were fucked.