Disclaimer: Harry Potter is property of JK Rowling. The world is hers too. It's really cool. :D Please don't sue me.
Really, pretty please, with sugar on top.
Or something.
This fic is set after the events of Goblet of Fire, and should be considered alternate reality. Obviously,
anything in book 5 (whenever Oh Great Lady Rowling [remember sue=bad] writes it) overwrites whatever I did.
Also, this fic is violent. Very violent. If you have qualms about gore, violence and the such, do not read.
Remember, the author is not responsible for damages occurred by you puking on your keyboard. Puke also = bad.
Author's notes: Quite the odd pairing here. A thought blasted me from way out from somewhere weird while doing HP RP.
If 1 wand is good.... 2 wands is better.
So born was the John Woo "Bullet Drama" stylized Harry Potter fic. Hope you guys like it.
God save us all.
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Light from the shadows- Prologue.
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The man looked down at the piece of paper dropped at his desk. He cleared away the clutter from the desk and unrolled his letter. Resting his head on his hand, he read down it and smirked. "Quite an odd one this time...could be interesting." he whispered to no one in particular. A hoot from above pulled him out of the letter. "Yes, yes. Here." The man scribbled out a reply and placed it in the holder on the owl's leg. "Go on now. Shoo." The owl took off through the window in the man's office. Standing up, he walked over to a closet. He opened it and drew out a long black trenchcoat, a pair of gloves and a pair of sunglasses. He reached in again and drew out a holster, containing a wand. "Been awhile.... Too long." He donned the coat and holster, pulled on the gloves, and the glasses completed the ensemble. He gathered the rest of his gear and stuffed it all into a chest with Shrinking Charms. He returned to his desk, picking up a picture that he stared at for a long time. With a sigh, he placed the picture inside his coat. Finally, he dragged the chest outside and placed it into a sidecar. He got onto his motorcycle and sped off, heading east, towards England.
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Long ago, back during the time of You-Know-Who, fear gripped the wizards of the world. Few were brave enough to leave their homes, let alone stand up to the evil. However, word began to spread about one man who took the fight back to the followers of You-Know-Who, attacking them while they themselves were off-guard, treating them no better than they treated their victims. He left a calling card, a return sign of their own Dark Mark. At the scene of each death, lay a medium sized shield, always conjured, which bore a sort of Code of Arms. A wand crisscrossed with a Beretta pistol decorated the silver shield, with a pile of gold underneath it. Under all of this was a banner, the color of old parchment, which bore the words "Effor ancile". There was no other evidence at any of the scenes. Once the defeat of You-Know-Who was brought about by the young Harry Potter, the Ministry assumed that the killings would stop, and did nothing to investigate. They didn't. One by one, old Death Eaters were murdered, all with the shield left behind. Even those who had plea-bargained with the Ministry, or had completely escaped their attention were not safe. There was no mistaking that each of the slain was part of You-Know-Who's entourage however...each had the Dark Mark engraved into their wrist. Eventually, the Ministry decided that the killings must stop. But, they had nothing to go on...not even a name. He was only known by a name that had been given to him by the papers. The Paladin.