I do not own Harry Potter. However, I DO own Ragnarok Eldritch. Please, read and review. However, this is my first story so please, no flames.
Somewhere in the Forbidden Forest
A young man sat on a log in the middle of the clearing. He wore a muggle United States military uniform, minus the helmet. A pair of black sunglasses adorned his face, despite it being night time, covering a pair of silver orbs. A half-smoked cigarette hung from between his lip's. He had long black hair that reached the middle of his back, pulled back into a ponytail. His ear's were pointed, several silver loop's in each, and long black fingernail's glowed in the moonlight. An M-203 sat on the log next to him. He took a long drag from the cigarette before releasing a sigh. He put the cigarette out on the log.
"Nasty habit, smoking." came a voice from behind him.
"yeah," he bit out, "well, so is sneaking up on people." He stood up and turned to the man behind him.
"Geez Dumbles, can you wear bright enough robes?" The robes in question were a bright orange, with little neon yellow figures around the trim. Albus Dumbledore chuckled a bit.
"Yes, well, any particular reason for calling me out here so late Ragnarok?"
"Actually, yes." Ragnarok replied. He reached into one of the pocket's of his flack jacket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and several photo's. He took a cigarette from the pack and handed the photo's to Dumbledore. The photo's showed Death Eater's talking with various people in business suites.
"Those men in suites are member's of congress. Even though the muggle and magical world's coexist in America, there are still pureblood's that despise muggles and muggleborns."
Dumbledore stroked his beard. "So it would seem that Voldemort is already recruiting, and from other countries."
Ragnarok just rolled his eye's. "Duh."
"Ragnarok, I would like to thank you for giving me this. It will be ve-"
"Yeah, save it. I'm only giving it to you because the President ordered me to. If it were up to me, I'd have given it to Harry Potter."
"Oh? And why is that?"
"Because, to be honest, I think he's more capable of fighting a war then you."
An angry look crossed Dumbledore's face. "Watch yourself boy. I know plenty of spell's made to exterminate your kind."
"Yes, well, I only know one spell," Ragnarok said, gesturing to his weapon, "and it exterminates....well, everything."
Dumbledore quickly moved his wand to under Ragnarok's chin, but blinked in surprise when he felt the cold steel of Ragnarok's machine gun under his own. "That's a bad move...tell me, do you want every vampire of the 3,000 large Eldritch clan against you? No? I didn't think so."
"I am sorry, my lord. I meant you no harm, I was just merely testing your reflexes."
"Yes, I'm sure." Ragnarok turned away, pulling a walkie-talkie from his belt. "This is Echo 2, ready for extraction, over."
"Copy that, Echo 2. Moving to your location."
Ragnarok placed the walkie-talkie back onto his belt before turning back to Dumbledore. "Well old man, this is were I leave."
Before Dumbledore could speak, a UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter appeared over the tree's, landing in the clearing, the wind from the rotor blades throwing Dumbledores beard every which way. With a smirk, Ragnarok climbed into the helicopter. The large craft lifted of, and flew away.
