A/N: This story has been stuck in my head for a while, let me know what you think, and whether or not I should continue with it! Warning though, this chapter is not very long, it's more of a prologue.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

The Hunted

Chapter One

Long ago, there was a man named Gellert Grindelwald who was raised the perfect Pureblood son, to hate Muggles and use magic to the best of his ability, an ability that put him far above the rest when it came to skill and power. When he graduated school, he immediately left his family estate and went on a tour around the world gathering influential allies and friends throughout his travels.

After his many years of travels and planning, he started to put into motion a plan that would spur the Purebloods and the magical society to the top of the food chain once more, for well over ten years his massive army of magical beings fought against the Muggles under the guise of being people from the Nazi organization to even being in command of the British army, with the use of magic many of Grindelwald's soldiers took the place of a high rank member to many different sides of the war; and through all of their manipulations they almost destroyed the worlds Muggle civilizations; Almost.

Only one government survived the onslaught of magic; the United States of America. They quickly set forces in all European countries who were trained and out fitted to combat the magical society, and when Gellert believed he had the upper hand and revealed the magical's as the superior race to the Muggles, even going as far as telling them to bow down to their might, the United States of America's forces whom which they named: World Magical Neutralization Organization (or W.M.N.O.) went into action capturing and killing men, women, children, goblins, veela, vampires, anything they could. They did studies on them, seeing what they could do and what they couldn't do, even going as far as to have containment camps set up for them.

The Magical's were on the run, while the Muggles cheered on the men and women who were apart of the W.M.N.O. even going as far as to give them martial law over the world to hunt down and eradicate the magical insurgents.

And that is where we are now…


May 1998

Residential Area, London, England

A man walked down a dark damp road barely lit by street lights, he constantly looked side to side barely watching the sleeping houses that he passed, knowing that the Muggles wouldn't know he had even been there, him a dangerous magical who did more harm than good, had been so close to their door steps, but never cast a spell.

A loud far off screech could be heard in the distance, as he looked behind him to see that a large vehicle with orange flashing lights was coming towards him at a steady pace. He felt his heart beat quicken as he moved faster and turned right down one of the dark streets, seeing a large pile of garbage bags and cans, he ducked behind it just in time to see the large armoured W.M.N.O. truck move past him, he sighed in relief as he sat there with his eyes closed, breathing deep.

A gruff voice came from above, "Don't move scum." He looked up in shock at a man who wore a black armour jumpsuit, who had his revolver pointed at him; behind him stood six others with assault riffles at the ready. "Stand up, don't make any sudden moves." He did so, not trusting his voice to speak, "What's your name scum?" when he was met with silence he smashed the pistol against his head repeating the question.

"Dung, me names Mundungus Fletcher" the gruff voiced man smiled, and pulled the trigger of his pistol four times as the bullets shot into Fletcher's chest, as he hit the floor, four of the six soldiers behind him pulled him into the vehicle, and drove away, leaving the street eerily dead.