Conquest.

Written by NXT3.

AN:/ This is the start of my first fic, as the story progresses the context will reveal itself. I have tried to maintain a level of canon, but I wanted to explore the thought of war. It changes people and a lot more people get dragged into it. I've got plans for it all, but if there is a volunteer for a beta reader I'd be down for that, just hit me up with a DM.

CHAPTER ONE:

THE SNOW beneath the feet of the men was calming. For what can truly calm a man, knowing that within moments they're going to die?

A man from the northern-most post had sent word via owl that men had been spotted not too far away. That a man with a mountainous figure and a purple mark along his face was leading a battalion of troops south. Right towards the base camp.

Now of course the men knew that there captain couldn't come with them, after all, he had an entire war to try and navigate around, something that could be a hoax wasn't worthy of his full attention. How badly did it need his attention, he would later learn.

Leading the march of fifty men was a man known to all as Dracorius Black, a Lieutenant in the Great Army. To those close to the raven haired man, would know that the crown upon his head was once platinum blonde, a resemblance to his family for which he was once lord. Draco Malfoy was his name, and Malfoy was his house.

When the Battle of Hogwarts reared its end, the wizarding society of Britain thought that they had found an end to the onslaught of terror that had plagued their hearts for many years.

They were wrong.

Many returned to a normal state of living. The Wizengamot tried to prosecute it's heroes of the previous war. The 'Golden Trio' and a few publicised members of the self proclaimed 'Dumbledore's Army' had been imprisoned to Azkaban. Where they were to remain for the rest of their days.

That was of course until the aid of Kingsley Shacklebolt came about. He was named Minister of Magic, and was able to procure the heroes from their jail cells, this wasn't until they had spent two years in their cells, the happiness from the world being drained from them daily.

Their lives in the wizarding world existentialist, and realised. The heroes of the previous war no longer wished to see the face of the wizarding world 'restore order' by returning and re-establishing its laws and rules that had allowed such evil to rise before.

When they left the island of Azkaban, they were advised to live a relatively normal life. so they tried that. The Boy-Who-Won, and the Smartest-Witch-Of-Her-Age returned to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry to complete their education. Ronald 'King' Weasley decided to head into work as an auror, he had found a sense of individualism in the act.

Others had either returned to hogwarts, taken over family homes, roles, anything that was needed of them.

They tried living this way for almost a year, the entire time establishing an order and fortifying its power and its reach.

Eight years ago a castle known as Fulmengord was attacked. It was a castle that was two hundred feet high, and was built with the idea of keeping even dragon fire from touching its walls (Lord Gord, for whom had commissioned the castle's creation was wary of dragons ever since his brother had been killed by a dragon melting the keep and drowning in the remains of his home).

It was manned by almost a thousand men, yet they had all had been killed or captured by a collection of men that flew the banner of 'The Order of The Sin'. Seven lords ruled the order, each with their own army. One of these lords was the Sin of Gluttony.

A mountain of a man, with a purple face tattoo (muggle borns that had survived assaults with this man all return saying that he had an uncanny resemblance to that of Mike Tyson), the very man that the troop of men were on their way to attack.

Dracorius Black's hand rested on his wand, prepared for an attack at a moments notice.

*rustle*

He turned his head to the left. His eyes squinting. "Bellontium, Shield right. Daise, offensive stance left." he spoke his orders and his men followed him. For no one would disrespect Lord Dracorius Black. A man that had fought at the side of the infamous Captain Black for the better half of a decade.

He stepped forward, his wand now drawn and kneeled to the bush that made a sound. Dracorius slashed the air, a light yellow hue remaining where the air had been slashed. His grip on his wand tightened. In his peripheral vision he could see two men at the back of the collected men that were watching vanish in to the nature surrounding them.

"What a tactful ambush. Bastards" he thought to himself. He kneeled further to the ground and tapped the ground four times. 'There. I've warned my men. Now I've got to get them home.' his wand still aimed at the bush, a cutting hex at the tip of his tongue. He saw out of the corner of his eye that the men that were yet to be hardened by the war straighten their bodies, fear overcoming them as the message that he had just sent finally hits.

"We're surrounded. We're gonna die."

*Snap*

It was some distance away, but their is no way of pretending it wasn't heard. The enemy is moving. "In the space available. The numbers that were reported... This is only a scouting team. Gluttony must be a few miles ahead with the rest of his team. Waiting to finish us off after this lot pick us off." A single moment passed, it was long enough for Dracorius to send his mental goodbye's to the men he brought with him, and to apologise to the families that they will not return to.

It wasn't long enough at all. Within the seconds, thin men emerged from the bushes surrounding them, the whites from their attire fading to a dark purple, their eyes burning red. The small group of men that went out on the mission swished their wands into the air, "PROTEGO!" shields forming before them. Some had been stopped, but one of the Sin's men got through just in time. The vein connecting his leg to his body snapping with a ping. The thin man's mouth opened with a shriek.

"First blood's been drawn." Darcorius thought. With a grin he released a fraction of the bottled energy he had began to store, releasing a cuting hex into the bushes before him, a few stiffled groans could be heard "Silencing charms? Fuck." In a sudden flustered state Dracorius flung hex after hex into the bushes, mixing in an occasional charm breaking spell. The screams soon flooded the air.

Turning to his men, he could see that the shields they erected still maintained, a few one-on-one duels taking place in the inner ring of the circle of shields.

Daise was facing two Sin men, the purple of their attire slightly glistening in the rays of the sun. "They must've gone through the river to get into position in time." Dracorius thought as he pointed his wand into the forest "Fuck all of you. Infendiostoom!" sparks ignited from the end of his wand, and as though throwing a ball to a dog in a park, he flung the ball of sparks into the depths of the wood before him, screams echoed, and blood shot out from the leaves to paint the face of the Lieutenant. A shouts and screams began to echo along the battle field.

He non-verbally erected a shield and turned to take a look at his men. The inner circle had enlarged as the battle of Daise and the two men increased in the poewr they emitted; duels on the outer circle began to occur, as the focus needed to keep a shield faded from those that were too distracted from the sounds of the duel behind them.

"Here I thought I'd finally get a break" the raven haired man spoke under his breath, a smirk making its way across his features.

Lord Dracorius Black had returned from a three month mission just days before, in the mission he had lost four hundred men, and the pinky on his left hand "fortunate that I'm right handed then, eh?!" he had called to the captain upon his return. A pinky was a small price to pay to ensure that he didn't get crushed from the swinging club of a giant.

Dracorius leapt into battle.