The other Battle of Hogwarts


Chapter 2: Army of Hogwarts

A gray and cold afternoon, a ghastly wind from the North, the whispering of the forest, the mystery and the horrible, terrible fact that no one had even the most insignificant idea of what was going to happen now...

The atmosphere was very tense and mystical, no one dared to move.

And there he came, Bill riding a thestral through the burned, blood-stained grounds of Hogwarts Castle...

He went directly for McGonagall and stopped beside her, and there it was, just what Harry had asked for: A big bloody Army quickly assembled with All Forces Available.

McGonagall, like most of them all, had painted her face with colours of the Houses of Hogwarts -she was wearing scarlet and gold, naturally- and she was also wearing, with great pride, a large Gryffindor banner that now acted as a very inspiring Cloak.

Her thestral was somewhat bigger and scarier than Bill's...

She still had her big witchy hat, and the Gryffindor Sword, which she had taken out of the Sorting Hat a few hours ago, was hanging from her waist.

And behind her lay the Army, and the History of Hogwarts had never seen something the likes of this madness...


They had called back all the evacuated younger students -even the poor little first years- and now Hogwarts' full thirteen hundred pupils were ready for the battle, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville and Luna were in the first row just behind their former teacher of Transfiguration.

The students were flanked by twelve Green Welsh dragons, which, having arrived just in time thanks to the efforts of Charlie, were very angry and uneasy and formed the strongest part of Hogwarts Army...

All the Professors and the staff -even Madam Pomfrey and Mr. Filch, who was now clutching a Muggle baseball bat- were there as well, together with the full Order of the Phoenix, or what was now left of it anyway.

But there was more:

Seven hundred statues and Armors, that now were alive thanks to McGonagall's spell, had joined the army... not to mention the fifteen hundred inhabitants of Hogsmeade, a thousand battle-trained goats led by Aberforth and seven hundred House-Elves under the orders of Kreacher.

The little elves had armed themselves with knives, saucepans and forks, and were ready to follow any order at once and attack with no mercy...

Huge banners of all the four Houses were dancing with the wind above the Army, and many students, especially the younger ones, had borrowed maces and swords from the castle's corridors and halls.

The Centaurs had come too, like three hundred of them, and this means that a full-scale Army exceeding five thousand members was standing behind Minerva McGonagall now, and who knew what was going to happen...


"I hope you're happy, Potter!" McGonagall yelled, and he glared up at her- "Well, what news?" She demanded from Bill.

The castle behind them was all unstable and smoky, looking as though it could collapse any moment and bury them all to death.

"We're outnumbered, though not by much" Bill said, and he was breathing very fast.

"How many dragons, then?" McGonagall asked, having some trouble to control her thestral.

"Thirty Horntails, maybe more"

"Thirty Horntails...!" said the little, horrified voice of Flitwick, who was riding another thestral beside them both- "We... We have no chance!"

"Hagrid is dead" Bill muttered, tragically- "They tied him to a tree and slit his throat with a dagger... It seems Grawp has fled, and my Fleur is nowhere to be seen!"

"Damn it!" McGonagall said, matter-of-factly.

"Minerva, they're coming" Harry could see how pale and sick Bill was looking now, and he really felt scared- "No wonder they took all day, they've got the greatest, bloodiest Army I've ever seen! What are we going to...?"

In that moment, countless birds came flying out of the Forest a quarter of a mile away from them- The poor things looked terrified, and then, after a creepy and long, unnatural silence, the ground began to shake...

They could hear the distant sound of marching troops, they stared at the faraway trees... and then Voldemort's Army began to emerge, slowly and inexorably, from the deep darkness of the Forest...