**Authors Note: I have posted this story before but I removed it as I wanted to do it justice, this story is complete and the previous beta I was working with stopped assisting me with editing, so I removed it as I want to ensure the entire story gets posted. Now Harry Potter and character all belong to J.K. Rowling and I am only using her characters to play the role in my play. Now any spells you don't recognize I have created. I wish to thank my long time friend though for agreeing to proof this story and allow it to be published once more. She goes by the name Heartless but has a heart of gold and her name on the site is Rendermeheartless." I look forward to any all reviews. Warning this is a adventure story set in war time and acts of violence at times are written in a graphic nature which is why I am setting the rating at M along with swearing of adult nature. Now for the the first chapter. **

Enemies of Enemies chapter 1

Ronald looked over the ruins of London. The devastation of the war showed everywhere. The war had changed everyone; new allies and new enemies had come to a head afterwards. One might have thought the war between Voldemort and Harry had caused this devastation, but while the wizards fought amongst themselves, the goblins had grown stronger and stronger. It was when the wizards were divided they struck, and they'd struck hard. Their magic was strong, and it was deadly to all humans. They didn't care if you were Muggle born or pureblood they just cared that you were a human and not a goblin. That trait marked you for death, and here was where Ronald Weasley – now Lt. Ron Weasley – found himself at war with the most dangerous creatures ever. So turning to his now friend and ally, he requested the report of the latest recon mission. "Captain Malfoy."

Draco looked at the redhead. He had learned to avoid the pale white left eye that was left blind after a goblin explosion, and Draco now was glad for everything the Weasleys knew about Muggle weapons. Though the goblins could make armor that blocked most curses, the sniper rifle he carried on his shoulder was still able to penetrate. He was one of wizarding force's best scouts, and was awarded many chances to use it. "Right here, Weasley. I've got the recon in, and they are starting a mine right below Hospital, attempting to get some of the magical core loads there. General Riddle has requested we send in a few strike forces, so as to close the mine before they get dug in too well," Draco said as he gave his recon pictures to Ronald and thought it ironic how Voldemort had gone back to his surname as soon as they all realized just how big of threat the goblins posed. It had been the night of the battle of Hogwarts; Harry had been fighting Voldemort, and it was an even fight, till the goblins showed up. They attacked both sides. The Order lost Fred and Kingsley; even Draco's mother had been counted amongst the ones that were first killed.
*********Flashback************
That night had been memorable from the start. Lord Voldermort had arrived, calling out the defenders of Hogwarts, as the Order of the Phoenix was there in force and they had no intention of backing down to the Dark Lord. They had stood head to head as Lupin transformed into his werewolf form. The Wolfsbane Potion took effect and he looked over the oncoming Death Eaters.

Lucius Malfoy looked over the Order members with contempt and disdain. Draco, his son, stood solidly by his side, his scowl showing his hatred for the ones that had gathered against him. How he hated them, and he couldn't wait to let his anger go.

"Release Potter so that I may kill him." Voldermort's voice echoed against the brewing storm clouds and the flashes of lightning lit Death Eater and Order members alike. "I will spare your lives if you release him, and only subject you to enslavement at my feet if you hand him over now," Voldermort once more called out. "I will not be so kind as to request again," Voldermort said as he let out a disappointed sigh. "Kill them all," he said quietly, but his voice amplified so that all within the castle could hear it as thunder shook the walls. "Morsmordre." He cried out as his wand cast out the dark mark and it filled the sky.

"You will not take this castle and you will not be victorious tonight, Lord of Lies," Minerva McGonagall called back as she looked out of the great gate of Hogwarts. "Order members, prepare to defend to the death. We will hold this castle." Minerva pointed her wand to the sky, looked at the dark mark and cried out, "Parioaccendi." Bright orange and red sparks shot forth from her wand and took the sky, forming a large phoenix that came into conflict with the dark mark. Serpent and firebird seemed to battle within the sky, their battle quickly mirrored on the ground as the two forces rushed into conflict with each other.

"Incendio," Draco called out as he fought some nameless Hufflepuff who thought it wise to battle him. Draco, though, was a Death Eater for a reason, and after his failure with Dumbledore, he had studied and learned everything the higher rankings had taught him. He was in the process of creating his own spells to be used.
"I suggest you give up now," he said as he lazily dodged a spell from the Hufflepuff. Draco saw the fire and anger in the other's eyes as he said, "Pity." Draco then brought his wand over his hand and, reinforcing his spell with wandless magic from his hand, launched a curse at the poor boy to whom Draco didn't even give the courtesy of watching die. The spell ripped his insides and caused him massive internal bleeding.
"Fool," Draco said as his eyes searched for his next target.
Ron was within the fray fighting as only a Gryffindor lion could. Taking on two Death Eaters at once; he fought them both deflecting a curse with his left hand with wandless magic as he directed a curse with his wand at the other, using his skills that he had honed over the years. Ron dodged and deflected spells and assaulted with his own counter curses as he seemed to actually fall into a rhythm that denied his earlier years with a vengeance.
"Enough of you two." Ron cried out as he made several slashes through the air as he assaulted both Death Eaters with a Severing Hex that he had combined with a Decongulate Healing Spell and an adrenaline inducing spell. Although they were not any spells he had created himself, their combination that he had perfected caused them to bleed out, the heart pumped out the blood faster and with the Decongulate spell, the Death Eaters couldn't hope to heal. They both fell dead within seconds of the casting.

"Pitiful creatures," The goblin chieftain known as Grimskull stated as they watched the world's most powerful wizards fighting as cats and dogs upon the grounds of Hogwarts. Their battle was coating the ground crimson with the blood of the warriors of both sides, the sky was a myriad of colors as the spells reflected from the clouds, pure white lightning mixed with the emerald colors of a Killing Curse or the purple of another spell.
"Goblins!" the Chieftain turned his horde. "Too long have we suffered under the oppression of wizards. This school," the Chieftain said with disdain, "is where they fight their battles. They begin here with the studies of their craft, they will also end here. For, while they fight each other, we will annihilate both sides. " The Goblin then donned a goblin-forged helmet that altered his body, and his height began to increase. He gripped a spell forged sword with fervor.
"Goblins, prepare to kill," he cried out in the old goblin language, known as Orcish. With a bestial roar every goblin donned their helmets and rushed down to the unsuspecting fighters.

Cutting down a Death Eater and a Hogwarts student, Grimskull ran his sword through the student first. The faint screams quickly hushed as the sword cut him down. Smiling with a feral grin, he looked at the Death Eater and he didn't care who it was as he muttered a hex and the body of the Death Eater erupted into flames. The screams of agony were as music to the Goblin's ears. "Kill them all!" The goblin shouted with renewed fury, as he had struck the first blow of their revolt. "We will destroy them all," Grimskull shouted as he saw goblins rush from all sides to take on DeathEaters and Order members alike, striking down without remorse. "Yesss." Grimskull said as he watched goblins hack and curse them down.
"What is the meaning of this insolence?" Voldermort demanded as he watched several Goblins try to reach him before he blew them all back with a spell. Voldermort took notice that the assault was not reinforcements for the Order as he watched Kingsley Shacklebolt, who was dueling Lucius Malfoy, be assaulted from all sides. Voldermort respected the man, not in a way he had respected Dumbledore, but he watched the dark skin man turn the ground black with goblin blood. However, Kingsley could not cast his spells quickly enough. Voldermort watched as a Goblin brought down his sword upon Kingsley's out stretched arm, severing the arm and wand; he also heard Kingsley's anguished scream that accompanied the Goblins attack. The goblin then brought his sword swiftly down upon the kneeling man's skull shattering it. A roar of defiance erupted from the goblin as the man's blood splattered across his face.

Draco turned his spells upon the goblins were attacking both Order member and Death Eater alike, as he fought his way across the grounds; he could see his mother being assaulted by no less than eight goblins. Their armor was deflecting several spells, but Narcissa Malfoy had earned her title as a Death Eater. Using her specially- created ice spells, she assaulted and defended the best she could. The cold was hampering the goblins' force but she was becoming overwhelmed as she froze one goblin completely, then with a Wingardium Leviosa she threw the frozen goblin into its partners and it shattered upon contact.
'Show them bastards who's boss.' Draco thought to himself as he turned away from his mother and faced two goblins. "You two are dead, you just don't know it yet," Draco said with a sneer and ducked under their sword and deflected a goblin curse from the other. "Sectumsempra!" Draco called aloud to the sword-wielding goblin, causing deep slashes upon his body where it wasn't protected by his armor and with a flick of his wand "Relashio" Draco said to the already weakened body parts causing them to erupt forcibly outwards essentially ripping the goblin in two.
Neville looked at the goblins as he was back to back with Luna Lovegood and the attack was pressing on him. He was using every curse and spell he knew to keep them at bay, "Stupefy" he called as he watched the spell be reflected off the goblin's armor.

"Neville, I don't think Stunning Curses will work on these goblins," Luna said and, for once, the dreamy quality was gone from her voice, as she was being hard pressed by two goblins. She was deflecting curses and keeping a Protego shield to stem off the goblin swords. "I think we are going to have to press harder. Defodio" Luna called out as she aimed it at the goblin's eye and quickly turned her head as the eye was gouged out and the goblin fell holding his face, as the curse slowly gouged out his face and killed him. Luna, with her head turned, was unable to see the sword the goblin brought down upon her. However, as she let out a scream and quickly brought up her shield to deflect the sword, she knew she was cut badly and begin to sink to her knees.

"Luna!" Neville cried out, as he sent out a Blasting Charm against the three goblins he had been battling against to turn and face the sword goblin that had wounded Luna. Neville's eyes filled with rage as he looked at him, the grass and plants around them started to bend and sway upon his call as the magic rose within him and around him. "Vitisadvoco!" Neville cried with pure anger and hatred towards the goblin, who was rushing forward in a second assault. Suddenly several vines sprang from the ground, covered heavily with three-inch thorns that wrapped around each limb of the goblin. The goblin was jerked back and he reached at his neck, for the vines started constricting and sawing his limbs. The gurgle of the goblin's blood could be heard in his throat as the thorns pierced his hide and then decapitated him, causing the goblin's head to roll towards Neville. Neville just stopped it with his foot as he quickly turned his attention to Luna. "Luna, you will be ok," he said with a confidence he didn't feel within, as he saw the cut was deep and she had already lost a lot of blood.

"Neville," Luna said weakly, "I feel cold. I just want to lie down." She barely spoke, as she could feel Neville's hand pressing against her wound. "So cold," She said as the light in her eyes grew dim.

"No way in hell are you dying on me, Luna Lovegood!" Neville said as he then grabbed a handful of dirt and, putting his wand aside, pressed it together within his hands, letting his magic flow freely from him and into the soil. "Flosaurora" Neville said softly, as he pressed the dirt to her wound. He was more than relieved as he watched the Dawn Flower Spell take hold and begin its healing magic. "I told everyone that Herbology was important," he said with a smile as he saw her eyes grow brighter. "I said you weren't going to die on me, especially since I haven't done this yet," Neville said as he kissed her passionately. "I will come back for another one. For now, I want you to get out of here," he said as he broke the kiss and helped Luna to her feet.

"Neville, come back to me," Luna said as she kissed him once more and then Apparated to safety leaving Neville there with a fury in his eyes that spoke both of his concern for her and for the hatred of the goblins that were revolting.

Draco was being pressed further and further backwards as he fought against the goblin horde. He watched Death Eater brothers around him fall to goblin swords as he barely dodged one himself. Ducking under the blade, Draco conjured two daggers and started dancing his way through the goblins. They had brute strength where he had finesse. He was as a whirling dervish as he came up behind one goblin, who was fighting a Ravenclaw he knew to be a seventh year, and quickly grabbed its head and sliced his dagger across its throat; the Goblin was dead before it hit the ground. Draco's victory, however, was short-lived, as he had taken his eyes off the Ravenclaw girl and when he looked back at her, a sword was protruding from her chest and a goblin behind her was laughing manically.

"Tit for Tat," the goblin said with a guttery voice, and threw back its head and laughed.

"Avada Kedavra" Draco said without a second thought and watched the goblin fall. "Tit that, mother fucker," he said as the goblin before him died to the Killing Curse. Draco then spun upon his heels as he heard a scream from a voice he knew by heart. "Mother!" He cried out as he looked to where his mother had been taking on the multiple goblins and his heart broke as he saw a goblin holding up her head in triumph and roared across the battle field. Draco then began to fight his way across the field, his eyes threatened tears before they were replaced with cold hatred. "I'll kill you all, you bastards," Draco vowed as he leapt with a magic enhanced jump and landed within the circle of goblins that were attempting to desecrate his mother's body further. Seeing his mother's body lying there headless caused something within him to snap, as he placed his wand within its sleeve holster and felt the tips of his fingers feel as if on fire and then his palms and as it slid up his arms he could feel the magic being fueled by his anger and hatred, causing it to grow more and more powerful, as he felt the words forming on his lips. A unique spell he had been trying since he was old enough to do magic. " Spiritus Zabulus" he called out as he felt the fire within him release and it came forth from his hands and enraptured the small horde around him and his mother, the infernal fire causing them all to die within seconds, leaving only blackened husks inside their armor.

"Son." Lucius Malfoy managed to make it to his fallen wife's side as he watched all around them more and more humans fall under the assault of the goblins. "We need to keep fighting for her sake." His words were broken as he truly loved his wife, and as impressed as he was by his son's display of power the heart break within was overshadowing it for the moment. "Incendio" Lucius Malfoy said to the corpse of his wife and both he and his son watched it quickly burn and both swore that they would see the goblins destroyed for this, then returned back to battle fighting their way to Lord Voldermort.

Fenrir Greyback had been fighting Lupin when the goblins attacked. The two werewolves were fighting fang and claw in what would have been a battle to the death; now they were fighting alongside each other, their claws raking the face of any goblin who strayed too close. Fenrir had already tasted more than one goblin. "Their blood is distasteful, my brother," Fenrir said still in his werewolf state. He did not require the Wolfsbane Potion, as he had fully accepted being a werewolf and he was able to keep his mind regardless of form.

"You are not my brother," Lupin stated matter- of- factly as he picked up one goblin , ripped the arms out of its socket then bit his throat tearing out the jugular and threw its body back at the others. "But I will give you the fact that they taste awful," Lupin said as then he sought out another victim.

"If you say so, brother," Fenrir said with a laugh as he leapt at another goblin, a grin upon his feral face, as he was attacking them all. "Lupin…" Fenrir coughed out as he felt the pain in his chest and looked down at the wooden shaft protruding. "we may have a problem," he managed to blurt out. As another shaft imbedded into him. Grabbing one of the arrows he ripped it out and his eyes clouded over as he saw the "Goblin silver." As he faltered underneath another arrow that that was thrown at him by a goblin archer, he said, "Lupin, get the hell out of here." And these were the last words the werewolf spoke, as he fell to the ground dead.

Lupin turned his head and saw the silver- tipped arrow in Fenrir's hand and the two others within his chest. Letting out a howl he turned and leapt towards the safety of the other wizards, as he knew that he couldn't stand any better than Greyback against the silver arrows but he did find himself vowing that Fenrir, along with everyone else that fell here tonight, would be avenged.

Fred and George Weasley were fighting in a style that only twins could; their spells and counter- spells were acting as one, and they were fighting two of the goblins. "Fred, I believe these little imps want to have fun," George said with his always present humor and cast a light-blinding spell at the goblin's eyes. The light, though normally would only cause a flash of light, under George's careful hand, had produced a light charm that was combined with his Weasley fireworks. The result was instantly apparent, as the lights blinded and the fireworks scarred the goblin's face and caused him to be blasted backwards, then apart as the fireworks spell then erupted within his head and caused it to explode, the brain matter being ejected. "Hey, Fred, these things do have a brain, in fact it's all over me."

"Glad you're enjoying yourself, George," Fred said, as he fought his own goblin. The curses the goblin was throwing his way were something that enticed even him. "Hey, George, you think after we kill them all, that we can use some of these curses in our products?" Fred said as he deflected another curse. "I don't think they will mind at all," he added as he kept deflecting curses.

"I don't know, Fred." George said as he watched his brother's back. He was watching another goblin when suddenly he felt as if a part of him was missing. "Fred!" George cried out as he knew his brother had fallen before he even turned around. His fears were confirmed as he turned to see his brother pale white and three goblin mages all with wide grins upon their face.

"Looks like we do mind," the lead goblin said with a sneer. "Now it's your turn to die, pathetic human," the goblin said his eyes narrowing in the lighting flashes. He then started towards George, whom they knew now to be half the fighter with his twin gone.

"You will pay for this, you vile scum," George said with a cry of anguish. George could feel the spirit of Fred looking down upon him and within the cloud break he could see the constellation of Gemini. He could feel the power within him and he uttered the words known as the Gemini Curse; it was a curse of vengeance, available only to twins, and George watched as the constellation burned bright within his eyes, then the stars sent down their flames and engulfed the goblins. The Curse of Twins affected them with mental anguish that caused each one to turn upon the other; George watched as they tore themselves apart. He felt no remorse as the final goblin stood standing there, his mind being torn apart, making him writhe in agony, as the curse completed itself. Then the body of Fred Weasley was engulfed in flames and disappeared in the breeze that blew over the battle. "Go in peace, my brother," George stated, his voice hollow and empty, as he ran toward the other wizards.

"Wretched creatures," Voldermort cried as he released another Killing Curse upon a goblin. Voldermort was not trying for points or style, as he released Kedavra after Kedavra into the goblins. 'Death Eaters, to me." Voldermort sent through his mark to his remaining Death Eaters. Many of their number had fallen, and his ruby eyes saw that they were not alone in that; as many Order members were dead as well. Voldermort watched as they all began to form a circle; Death Eaters fighting alongside Order members, as they all depended on the other for survival. His curses were taking their toll and he found himself next to Harry Potter, as Harry was launching his own curses into the goblins. "Well, Harry, these insolent fools will feel our sting," Voldermort said as he cast another curse at a group of goblins but even he could see they were being overran. "McGonagall!" Voldermort cried out as he turned away from Harry and to the leader of the Order of the Pheonix. "We cannot hope to win this battle."

"I know, Tom." Minerva said as George Weasley entered into their circled fold. "We need to retreat and I am afraid Hogwarts is lost," Minerva said with a heavy heart. "HARRY!" Minerva stated as she saw a curse forming on the Goblin's lips and directed at the back of Harry.

Voldermort's eyes went wild as he turned and pushed Harry out of the way of the curse, taking the curse fully in the chest and being launched back. Bellatrix was instantly at his side hovering over him, as she launched a Crucioat the goblin and let him writhe in agony, as she never once entertained the thought of lifting it. She looked down over her lord. "Lord Voldermort, are you ok?" she asked filled with genuine concern.

Voldermort's eyes flashed red as he began to pick himself up although very slowly. "I will not allow any goblin trash to kill me," Voldermort said with a wince as he leaned heavily on Bellatrix's shoulder. "How is Harry?" Voldermort then turned to see the Boy Who Lived Yet Again picking himself up off the ground. "I will kill you myself, boy, not this trash." Voldermort wanted no doubt as to why he had saved Harry.

"Bloody great," Harry said as he saw to his right. It was Draco Malfoy, and to his left Ron Weasley "Ron, where is Hermione?" he asked. "Where is she?" Harry asked again, as he looked to find his friend, "She is still out there," Harry said as he cast a defensive spell over Draco blocking a last second curse from reaching him. "Where is Ginny?" Harry felt, as if both were his girls and he couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to them.

"I don't know, they were- Protego" Ron shouted out as he cast a shield over Harry. "There were fighting side by side over by the forest, I couldn't reach them,"' Ron said before casting a exploding curse at a goblin. "I'll go get them." Suddenly he grabbed his left shoulder as a spell grazed it and sliced it open.

"Damn it, Weasley, I'll go," came the unexpected reply from Harry's right. "I'll bring them back to you, Potter," Draco said as he broke from their ranks and went out for Hermione and Ginny. "Just my luck, going to save a blood traitor and a mudblood,." Draco muttered, as he fought his way towards the two girls, his curses being supported by his daggers as he slashed his way next to them. "Oh shit!" Draco cried out as he watched a goblin leap upwards and try to come down upon Hermione. "Hermione!" Draco called out with concern. 'Why the hell do I care?' Draco asked himself as he threw his dagger catching the goblin under his helmet and forcing him to fall backward, the dagger impaled into his skull. "Harry and Ron sent me over. We're about to pull out." Draco said as he lifted a shield over both of them.

"Thanks for the assist" Hermione said sincerely through clenched teeth as she held her side which was turning crimson from a slash that slipped through. "Malfoy, get Ginny and get out of here," Hermione said as she clinched her teeth and let out a gasp. "Go now, damn it."

"Quit playing the damn martyr," Draco said as he swept her up into his arms and looked at Ginny. "You ok?" he asked as he looked her over and then looked down at Hermione in his arms. "Hermione, you're going to be ok. You're not going to let some damn goblin sword do you in, are you? After all, who am I going to ridicule for being smarter than me?" Draco said with a smirk as he caught her wince.

"Ass, don't make me laugh," Hermione said as she reached upwards and wrapped her arms around him. "Let's get out of here, you sure you can get back to them?" she asked as her eyes looked over the grounds with fear for the first time.

"We can do this," came the soft subtle voice of Ginny, as she stood next to Draco and pointed her wand "I got your back, Draco, just keep Hermione safe," Ginny said as she started forward, her curses knocking goblins left and right, as Draco carried Hermione to the circle of wizards.

"Ginny," Harry cried as he took her in his arms and kissed her as Ron protected them with a spell. "Hermione, are you ok?" he asked breaking the kiss and looking at Hermione, looking to him awfully content in Draco's arms.

"I'll live, but I don't know for how long," Hermione said as she had yet to release her hold on Draco. She saw the look on Lucius Malfoy and it was not one of hatred or disgust. It was something she couldn't quite put her finger on. "Look, we need a plan. Whoa." She felt her body turn as Draco quickly spun around taking a shot in his shoulder to protect her. "Thank you," she said softly so that only he could hear her.

"Enough!" Voldermort called out as he looked at everyone present. "This battle is lost, everyone close to me," the Dark Lord ordered, as all did move close to him, and were engulfed in a black cloud, as he pulled out a small ring and slipping it on. "Portus." he said and everyone present suddenly felt a tug, as they were pulled away with Voldermort. "Reducto maximo" Voldermot shouted out just as they left, slaying several goblins in a fiery explosion as they abandoned Hogwarts to the goblins.

Grimskull looked over the field of battle and at the fallen goblins and at the fallen humans. He walked over to the slain body of Greyback, who, having died in his werewolf form, couldn't revert back. He then took a knife from his belt and, gripping the hair of Greyback's skull, quickly scalped the werewolf and held it aloft, and with a mighty yell, "Hogwarts has fallen!" he roared to his goblins. "We have made their most powerful flee. The Day is ours!" he cried to his goblin warriors as sword and spell cheered in triumph. Grimskull heard the faint moan come from one of the students. Grimskull couldn't make out the insignia upon his cloak it could be either a serpent or a badger; he didn't care either way, as he walked next to the young male. "Here, let me ease your passing." He thrust his sword deep into the student's chest killing him instantly. "Let's take our castle," he said to his warriors beside him as he entered Hogwarts.