Magi wars

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own harry potter or any of the persons talked about in this fanfic. I will attempt to never use the name of real life people as much as possible but they will be mentioned as part of the setting.

Prologue

20 years ago:

The conference room was stone quiet, the only sound that of a young minister aid reading off a list of names; each name echoed and with each echo the mood became heavier. The prime minister had heard all these names, in fact she had made a point of memorizing them, not just the names but the faces that went with each name.

The men that sat around the table were all seasoned politicians, and the only ones to know of the secret. Sometimes she wondered if her counter parts in other parts of the world had meeting like this, clandestine meetings with strangely dressed men and women that could do the most amazing of things with but a wave of their wands.

As each name echoed in the room the only man not dressed like all the rest flinched as if he was being whipped. Good she thought to herself, at least they understand guilt. Sometimes she was not sure if they had feelings like the rest of the humans living on this island; she understood that evil existed everywhere. But it took a special kind of evil to do some of the things that had been done to those people; those subjects of her majesty that she was oath bound to protect.

As the last name was read out loud the young aid turned and left, curiosity written all over his face, she knew that the other strangely dressed man outside would make sure that the young aid would remember nothing of what he had seen this day; another example of the kind of power they possessed.

The strangely dressed man fidgeted under the unforgiving stare of the Iron Lady. She let the silence last a little while longer hoping that he would break first and tell her something new for a change. Sadly he too, in his own way, was a politician and thus understood that he who spoke first lost the initiative.

"Mr. Underhill, do you know who those people where?" she asked.

"I don't rightly know Madam Prime Minister. Muggles I presume." He answered her not giving anything away. She hated how tight lipped he was, and she hated that silly name even more.

"Yes Mr. Underhill… Muggles. But not just any muggles, oh no, they were muggles that had died under.. well let us just say unusual circumstances. In fact in some cases these circumstances where downright evil and vile. Is there something you would like to share with me Mr. Underhill? Or am I to assume that these United Kingdoms have in some way angered god and it is his vengeance that is raining on the subjects of the queen?" she asked her voice barely contained to a civil tone.

The man fidgeted some more, rearranging his robes and smoothing his long beard. "Madam Prime Minister, I would like to first remind you that the treaty of Hebrides explicitly states that you are not to ask question of us or about our activities. Furthermore.." he did not have the chance to finish his sentence before she slammed her fist hard enough to make all table rattle.

"Do not quote me a treaty from 1588 Mr. Underhill." She bellowed and was satisfied with his cowering.

"These… these acts of villainy where perpetuated by your kind, and I do not care that more than five hundred years ago you made a storm that sank a few ships. You will explain to me what is happening in the here and now or by god I will show you what we did to the Argentineans" she internally cursed her temper; this was not how she had wanted this meeting to go.

The man that had been cowering before sat up straight and everyone in the room felt the lights go dimmer and the air grow colder. A few of the well-dressed men sank deeper in their chairs while others ducked under the table. The Iron Lady herself did not back down, but she felt fear run down her spine. Had she pushed him too far; images of what had been done to some of those families came to the for front of her memory. Bodies twisted in ways not even physically possible, skin flayed off, internal organs burned to ash without any external damage. The images terrified her but also fortified her resolve to get to the bottom of what was going on in her country.

"A STORM YOU SAY! WITHOUT OUR KIND AS YOU PUT IT, YOUR GREAT EMPIRE WOULD NEVER HAVE SURVIVED. WITHOUT US YOUR PRECIOUS QUEEN AND HER BLOOD LINE WOULD NOT BE SITTING ON THE THRON OF THESE ISLES. INSTEAD IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SOME SPANISH PUPPET. DO NOT PRESUME TO DOWN PLAY THE PAST." Where her voice roared like a lioness, his thundered like the heavens themselves.

And just as it started it stopped, he deflated like a balloon that had an air leak and sank deeper in his chair, "but you are right, we can no longer hide behind a treaty 500 years old. Forgive me Madam Prime Minister for my outburst." He said with a heavy sigh, as he covered his face with a hand that was slightly shaking.

"What would you like to know, I will say all I can but please understand the less you know the better for you?"

She sat down as well, barely containing a sigh of relief that she and the majority of the power behind her cabinet had not met an untimely and gruesome death.

"Just start from the beginning and tell me how I can protect my people" she answered her own temper considerably cooler.

And he did, he explained all he could, some of it made no sense to her; spell that controlled people's actions and memories, others filled her with dread. At the end he was nothing more than a shell of the man he was at the beginning and she was overwhelmed with worry.

She knew this man was capable of shattering rocks with a word, of throwing a tank half a mile away with a flick of his wrist but he could not even say a name; that was how much he was afraid. How could she rely on the wizards if they had already lost in spirit? And if she could not rely on them who could she rely on? Was this person who must not be named so powerful as to be the devil himself? She was not a very religious person, she played the role for her constituents but in her private life she always believed that depending on a greater power was foolish and weak, but now she found herself wanting to pray because there was nothing else she could do.

"What can we do Mr. Underhill? How can we help?" she asked.

"In all honesty Madam Prime Minister there is nothing you can do. All I can say is that we are not defeated, there are those that are fighting back and we will put more energy in patrolling the muggle world to insure that no more of your people get caught in the cross fire."

After a few more question and vague answers the meeting was ended. She dismissed her cabinet except for her minister of war and defense.

"What do you think?" she asked him as she reached for a Jin and tonic that a servant had brought in a few minutes ago.

"I think we should not have waited this long to form contingency plans, I think the ministry of war should have been in on this from the get go and I most certainly think that we should not be hiding under our beds while freaks on broomsticks slaughter innocent people." He said.

She waved away the recriminations not wanting to go down this road; it did little to help the situation and bemoaning the decision of her predecessors for half a millennium was something that she felt was an easy out, and she never took the easy road if the right road was harder.

"I also think that I may have an answer. I will not be able to implement it now but if we survive this situation then having a backup plan would be a good idea." He said with the conviction of a military man.

She motioned for him to continue speaking not daring to hope that a solution was possible.

"When I was young and with M.I.6 we had a mission to uncover and destroy a secret soviet base in the wilds of Canada. There I met someone… a woman… that could do amazing things with but a thought. For me it looked like magic but she explained that it was something anyone could do with a bit of hard work. Yes there were those that would always be better, natural talent, but that did not preclude anyone from learning. She taught me a few things while I recovered from a gunshot wound in her cabin; and I can tell you this madam what she taught me has saved my life through 3 different wars and countless suicide missions."

"And what did she teach you? Please do not be coy with me, it does not suit you or this situation one bit." She asked feeling history hanging in the balance.

He took a few deep breaths and reached out with his hand; the glass in here's start to shake, having nothing to do with her jangled nerves, and floated out of her grasp. As it hovered in midair, the ice cubes in side floated out followed by the liquid; for a few minutes all three items flew around separate of each other before he willed them back in the glass and the glass back in her hand.

As she sat thunderstruck eying the glass for any wires or tricks that may have helped explain what she had seen her mind was going through a hundred different pathways at once.

"Explain" was all she asked as she set the glass down and turned her steely gaze back to the general.

"Ma'am, I am not a wizard, the only formal training I have had was what she taught me and a few others like her that I have searched out. In fact that little display was all I could do; telekinesis has never been my forte. The skill that I find most useful and the one that I have honed is the ability to… sense I suppose is the only way to truly explain it, to know where danger was and to feel the trajectory of a bullet so as to not be in its path." He said trying to offset the distrust he saw in her eyes; it had been a calculated risk and one he hoped would pay off by forming what he had dreamed of since that cold day in the wilds of Canada.

"As things stand now, we are at a disadvantage. These Homo-Magi, yes we cannot call them Homo-sapiens since they do not see themselves as like us in the least, have a near insurmountable advantage. Technology could bring us close but the trouble with technology is that anyone can use it, not just us. And the fact that they do not feel the need to use it means that they find it useless. What we need is a way to bridge the gap between us and them. To if not put us at equal footing at the very least not have us as their slaves." He pressed on not wanting her to dwell too deeply on what she had seen.

"Are you suggesting that I fight fire with fire, that I birth a monster that would potentially turn around and destroy me? Just a minute ago you called them freaks and said they should be even classified as human and now you want me to fund making more of them!" she demanded her temper flaring at the perceived betrayal of one of her most trusted ministers.

"Ma'am it is them that think they are not like us, the ones that are true blooded as he called them do not even see us as being human. What they did to those innocent families is what a child does to a fly when he removes its wings. He does not feel guilt because it is something beneath him. What I just did I learned like anything else, and yes it can be taught because I have passed this knowledge to others in my platoon that i believed had the right mindset to do it." He said trying to reason with her and keep the worry that his gambit had failed before it could even start.

"These muggle born mages he mentioned, they are the natural talent she talked about but instead of helping humanity they are snatched up from an early age by them and mind washed into thinking of themselves as being more than human, rather than humans with a different skill set. Why should we allow them to have our youth when we can be using them to defend others, and not just the talented ones, anyone that wants to learn." He pressed on with his attack feeling he had drawn blood by mentioned the human born mages.

She got up and started pacing the conference room showing on her lower lip, a habit she had tried to kill because she knew it was a tell that gave her away when she was troubled.

"And how do we know they will not turn on us, what should we call them… Homo-sapiens superior. What is to stop them from forming their own society like the wizards and look down on the ones that have not had the training or the natural gift hum!" she demanded knowing deep down that she was not trying to counter his argument because she did not agree with it but because she wanted to make sure that all the possible problems would be guarded against.

"Indoctrination ma'am. We get them from an early age and drill it in their heads that they are here to serve humanity not the other way around. Besides if we want an effective strike force it is the only way. She explained to me that unless an apprentice is trained from an early age he or she could never achieve full mastery over the force they would wield" he explained knowing that this would be the breaking point, if she could get past this then his dream of super soldiers would be a reality.

"Damn it John, you just said that is what they do, are we to become like them to beat them. Do you expect me to kidnap children and turn them into super powered fighters? How is that not going to come back and bite us in the ass!" she nearly screamed.

"I expect you ma'am to think of the kingdom as a whole, we are not brain washing them or hiding them away, we will be giving them a new skill set. In war sometimes we do things that we would normal be against but we do them none the less because we have the obligation to protect the masses, even if it means sacrificing the few." He said firmly slightly disappointed that the Iron Lady was not living up to her reputation.

"And where will you get these children?"

"There are hundreds of wards of the state, youth that are slipping through the cracks as we speak. In a few years times they will be nothing more than thugs and whores leeching of the country. Let me turn them into something they would be proud off, productive members of the society, guardian angels that will have all their needs taken care of by the country they will defend." He answered feeling her last line of defense crumbling.

She rested her head on the back of the chair she was standing behind, weighting the lives of children that would have their freedom taken away from them, she was too pragmatic to think that the army would ever give them the freedom that John was talking about, against the chance that those same children would have those same freedoms taken away from them by wizards and witches.

Her eyes fell on the list of names of the innocent people that had died in a war they did not even know existed. One name in particular grabbed her attention, Emily Watson. A child of seven years old that had been murdered with the rest of her family for reasons unknown to normal humans. The reason that Emily stuck in her mind was because of the way she had died; the picture of the crime scene had haunted her dreams for the past few days. In the morning she was told that the paramedic that had found her had commit suicide, his letter mentioned that he thought that only the devil could do that and that the end times where coming.

How many more Emilys would there be before the wizards cleaned up their mess, if they cleaned up their mess; wouldn't Emily's life been more useful as a guardian rather than a smear on a wall. She held back a bitter laugh, she was trying to justify the decision she knew she had already made. What made her such a good prime minister, in her own opinion, was the fact she had never needed to do that when she made a tough decision she knew was the right one, hard road it is then.

"John. No member of this administration or any other is to be connected to this program." She said as she righted herself. "I want your resignation letter by morning and a war plan by the end of the week, including a budget for this academy of yours. Also I want the names of all the children you will be teaching, who they are, where you found them, everything. If I am going to sell them to slavery I want their names itched in my memory." She said her voice finally steady, a decision was made now all she had to do was live with it.

"Right away ma'am, you will have everything by the end of the week." He said. He loved her like he had never loved another woman. This was the person that was going to bring England to a new golden age.

As he turned to leave she called out to him, "Oh and John, if any of this comes out, I will personally throw you to the mob that will be coming for my head and watch you burn first. Is that understood?"

A shiver ran up his spine, "Understood Ma'am." He replied and saluted her before leaving her alone looking over the list of names; wondering if they would curse her name for using them as the excuse for setting in motion events that may shatter the world.

2 years ago:

The prime minister hung up the phone, not believing what he had been told. The past three months have been difficult to say the least. The causality list from the war had grown by five more names, a road side bomb. M.I.6 had informed him that they had leads on an attack that may take place within the next few weeks.

And now he was told by the woman that he idolized as the embodiment of what a politician should be that the man standing before him and everything he was told about the academy of gifted youth was true.

He remembered his first day as Prime Minister, he was brought into this very same office by his predecessor and was told he would be let in on the greatest secret of the government had. At first he had thought it would be that aliens were real, a flight of fancy he had never really gotten over from his youth. Instead he learned that witches, wizards, dragons, giants and everything from the fairy tales existed; not only existed but were everywhere.

A few years later a portly man with hat in hand and popped out of a painting that hung on the wall and told him that a great evil had risen again, but not to worry everything was well in hand and not to worry his head over it. Then the murders started, first they were blamed on acts of nature, unusual weather phenomena, wild animals escaped from private zoos and accidents.

It was not until the murders became more brazen that the file from 18 years ago was shown to him. He had immediately summoned the minister of magic, but instead of the same old chap that had greeted him before this one was younger and oozed contempt. He was told it was not his business and he should mind his tone of voice. When he demanded that the minister account for his and his kind's action he was thrown across the room with a flick of the wrist.

His body guards that rushed in to help were frozen in place with a word. The man told him to cower before his betters and that he was not to be bothered again. The next day as he sat in his office still reeling from what had happened this man walked into his office unannounced and told him that England was not without her defenders, her paladins.

And now here he sat with a declaration before him drafted by his predecessors that, if he signed it, would declare war on the wizarding world, a covert war to be sure but war none the less. Not fought with plans and tanks but with spells and the force.

The only thing he could think of was the line from the bible: "thou must not suffer a witch to live." This was more than just a fight for the freedoms of his fellow Britons but a holy crusade against the devil's minions on earth.

Without reservation, and with memories of the humiliation not a day old still fresh in his mind, he signed the document. Let the heathens be wary the might of god and country were going to rain down on them.

England had her paladins.

After thoughts:

Wow that was a loooong prologue but I think it was needed to set the tone of the story. And for those that are thinking it yes I will say it out lound: wizards vs. jedi.

Comments always appreciated, constructive please no flames.